Sometimes I think about how wild it is that we have pets. Like we choose to spend our lives with intimate attachments to members of an entirely different species. If like a raccoon shows up in my house it's like, holy shit, dude, get out, you don't belong here. Meanwhile these two cats belong here, if anything, more than I do. They hang out with me like we're pals. We sleep in the same bed. May as well be sharing my life with a couple aliens.
