Save the...animals?
I’m a “cat person.” I love cats. Ask my friends and family, my co-workers, and they’ll tell you I’m a cat person. I really wasn’t a cat person until college when I adopted my first sweet kitty, Chloe, who acted as an emotional support animal to me during a difficult few years. For real. Nowadays, Brad and I always have at least one kitty at home, usually two, and we adore them. Those silly, sometimes snooty, personalities keep us entertained. And all of our cats have either come from a shelter or we’ve found them as strays. When we had a dog, a sweet chocolate lab named Gabe, he came from a shelter too. No breeders for us; we want a rescue. And I have to say walking by all those pups and kitties in cages at the animal shelter is pretty difficult. It hurts my heart. I like animals in general. Not snakes, though. Definitely not snakes or most reptiles or nasty bugs. Not a fan of alligators or those giant rat things. Cockroaches are only good for flushing down the toil