Every time someone says: “Get a pet, it’s joy!”, a quiet horror grows inside me. Of course, there is joy… but in the morning, when I trip over a cat that decided to lie right on my feet, the joy disappears somewhere. 🐈‍⬛ Or when the dog greets me at the door as if I’ve returned from a hike to Everest, but in fact I just went to the store.

And smells… I love nature, but not its aromas right in the living room. 🌿 And those little fur balls that accumulate during the day... I know it's cute, but my home turns into a battlefield between coziness and chaos.

But I still can't resist. When I see an animal on the street, at a friend's, at a shelter - my heart melts. I can watch them for hours, take pictures, pet them, but then I come home and sigh: "It's good that it's not here."

Sometimes I think that my love for animals is like a long-distance love. ❤️ It's safe, bright, emotional, but without the need to clean up after them, feed them every day and tolerate their whims. Maybe I'm selfish? Perhaps. But honestly - I'm happy as I am: I adore them, but I don't want to share every square meter of my apartment with them. 🏠

Iria