I will preface this blog entry with the following disclaimer: This post may not be popular among all of my loyal readers (or Mama Kat’s) because some people love their pets as much as their children. I get that. Different strokes, different folks.
But I am not an animal person.
I believe this stems back to my time as a young adult when I took a child I was babysitting to a petting zoo. We were walking around gently caressing the animals when all of the sudden I felt two strong taps on my shoulders. I turned around expecting to find a zookeeper. But to my dismay, I was being mounted by a billy goat. I kid you not. MOUNTED BY A BILLY GOAT. It goes down as my scariest animal encounter to date. Next to being chased on foot by a Pit Bull, narrowly escaping attack by jumping atop a Toyota Prius. For reals. But that’s another story. Regardless, I’m scarred. There's more…