How do they do it? It’s really unfathomable. The way they snake into our hearts, while continuing to be increasingly obnoxious. Their little furry feet, sweet eyes, tiny faces… how can they be so cute and still make us wanna pull our hair out?!
The picture you see shows a sweet little creature that has managed to leave red scars on both my hands, left her hair lingering over all my furniture, and added bills to my daily routine without offering to get a job.
Yet I love her. I love the scars she left, the soft hair she trials behind, and the thought of me not buying her everything she wants is ridiculous. Maybe you have a furry love in your life and you know exactly what I’m talking about.
If so I wanna hear your stories, so I know I’m not alone in my madness.