It's funny how you can love an animal which doesn't talk, doesn't pull its weight around the house (pity), can't be relied upon in a crisis, can't feed itself, can't open the door by itself, doesn't earn an income?
Maybe because animals also don't gossip, aren't sarcastic, don't backstab, don't bore you to death with meaningless and egotistical conversation. Added bonus - they're gorgeous.
