If you know me there is one definitive feature of my personality- I love cats. Not in the sense that I think "Oh there's a cat. How cute!" but more like "Oh my fucking god, how cute is that cat?! Come here kitty..." *slips cat into my bag*. It's almost unhealthy. But I realised that my love is more of an obsession when I was just flicking through some holiday photos...
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| This is the Coliseum. If you click on this you can actually see the cat against the wall. |
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| Funny story about this. This is also Rome and this is the location where Caesar was killed. My father was beyond annoyed that I actually didn't take a photo of the entire place. Only this cat... |
So as you can see... I have an issue. At my house, here in York, we (as in I) have encouraged a few cats to stop by. I have cat food in my cupboard. But back at home (in County Durham) I have my one true pet- Sally. She's the laziest, fattest cat ever. But I love her.
