Cats.

Hello there.
Cats are such fascinating creatures. They'll annoy the hell out of you, make you question your existence, consider every single part of your body as their bed, will take it for granted that every object that you own is automatically theirs. But however much you want to kill them and sacrifice their soul to Satan, you can't help but adore and pet them at the end of the day.
   Considering I have around 4-5 cats, it's kind of obvious that cats take up an important part of my life. Since my childhood, I'd been convinced that I was a cat. I used to behave like a cat (deliberately, because I wasn't exactly THAT sure about my decision), yawn like a cat, and even tried to sleep like a cat, but my human form made me ditch that idea. I once tried licking my hand clean, and it was hella gross. I don't recommend it.
    Even today, I have this instinct that I mentioned in my previous post of mewing at the most unusual and during the worst of situations. I cannot help it, believe me. If you wanna be my friend, you have to cope with this habit. Just don't complain if I mewl near your ear throughout the day.
    Primary reason why I'm sating my feline interests, is that I actually changed my blog's name to Ailurophile, which means lover of felines. Cats never fail to make my day, and if I see any of those furry creatures even once a day, my life feels worth living. So, yeah. That's pretty much it.
    If you don't like cats, start liking them. They aren't meant to be hated. They are angels sent from heaven to keep an eye on the ever growing arrogant, insignificant, annoying, hideous, unnecessary, jobless, problematic, troublemaking, egoistic, punny human population.
    I kid you not.