|My current foster kitties Sandi and Bobby chill out on top of my rolltop desk while I work.|
"They're easier to take care of than men - and don't smell as bad."
"I love having hair on my furniture and I don't shed enough myself."
"There was too much sun in my house and I need something to soak it up."
"I watched "The Birds" as a child and was permanently scarred. I need something to protect me."
|One of my previous cats, Maia. She was rescued from Angels For Animals. She was FIV positive and ailing when I took her in, but I was able to give her love for about 8 months before she passed beyond the Rainbow Bridge.|
In all honesty, though, the reason I have cats is simple: They keep me sane.
I have been through some rough times in my life and my cat or cats have always been there. They offer love, affection and comfort without being too demanding. They give me something to focus on besides how awful I feel and they give me something to laugh about when I am ready to stop crying.
|My former cat Lyvani. She was with me 15 years before finally succumbing to intestinal cancer.|
|Tyrone was always good for a cuddle and a laugh. I still get pics from my sister detailing his exploits.|
And that's why I have cats.