Pussycat, pussycat, I love you...

Many people recoil in horror when I say I don't want children. Sometimes I believe it would be better if I said I was wearing a coat made from kitten paws and puppy dog tails...but that would never happen, because despite being in a very 'people' shaped career, I much prefer animals to people.

I looked up the latest headlines during my lunch break (now) and three stories came up in line with each other. The first was of a dog in LA, who stayed with another dog after it had been fatally wounded by a traffic accident. The second story was a transsexual making false rape claims and the third was a real life Sweeney Todd. When you compare these three headlines is it any wonder that I prefer animals to people?

When I started living on my own, I was terrified of the prospect of being lonely, and spending my evenings on my own, but the truth is, I am never alone. My pride of cats are always waiting to meet me from the front door and spend all evening following me around the house or curled up on my lap or feet (another valid point - people are not as forgiving foot warmers) Truth is, I get more attention from them, than I used to get of an evening as an 'xbox widow', and that just echoes my previous sentiments really - animals love you unconditionally, they don't care if your bums too big, they don't mind if you have a bad day, they will love you through the good times and the bad.

Case complete.

Hmmm, must remember to bring my book tomorrow...tis far more use with me, than it is sitting on the shelf by my front door. Right, back to work now...