I prefer cats. There, I said it. Yes, I’ve heard every euphemism and entendre you could possibly throw at me.

Why, you may ask?

Cats’ independence and DGAF attitude resonates well with my own. Where a dog would love you for simply existing, a cat’s love and trust is earned. And it’s easily lost. So once you’ve won them over, you’ve done something to have that admiration in your life.

My guy is Tyson. Born sometime early-December 2016, he had a serious eye infection caused by Chlamydia (same family as the human virus, but different infection - get your mind out of the gutter). Once it had healed he was left permanently cross-eyed.

Tyson, in all his glory

Tyson, in all his glory

I actively foster abandoned cats or ones in need of socialisation before adoption. Seeing Tyson teach kittens how to cat is heart-meltingly gorgeous.

Toby, a glorious cat-devil, admiring his fiefdom

Toby, a glorious cat-devil, admiring his fiefdom

Lily did not understand the concept of personal space

Lily did not understand the concept of personal space