This is Why People Have Pets

To the people who have doubted me, or looked down on me, or told me I would fail:

These are my cats. This is my pride of tiny lions.

(Side note: I tried to find a picture of all three of them together, and I realized there just aren't any. Why, you ask? Because Luna and Kyo can't occupy the same space for more than 30 seconds without things getting ugly. Sigh. End side note.)

Every day, when I come home from work, they are waiting for me. And they look at me with love and adoration, probably because I am the food provider. But it is still nice.

And people will tell you that cats aren't affectionate. If your definition of affectionate is lap-snuggling, face-licking, twenty-four-hour-a-day-adoration, then no, cats aren't affectionate. (Also, you'd be describing a dog.) But they are affectionate. When they feel like it. And they usually aren't overtly affectionate. But that doesn't mean that they don't care.

Some days, I come hope utterly spent and exhausted, and there is something magical about looking up at the front window and seeing three little lions waiting for me. Somehow, hearing their little padding feet running to the front door to greet me makes up for whatever suckage the day brought.

And I know that this isn't my normal fare on this blog - I just wanted to cast this out there into the void. Thanks, Void. Thanks for listening.

Love & Tuna!