^{[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 17 June 2021].}

I don't know about you, but I needed something visually irreverent today.

I captured this fella while out shopping for furnishings with Sophie in August 2018.

I discovered some charity shop gems that day like these chairs and Manchester City Mary. But my current furnished abode is already overstuffed with furniture and prints, so I settled for capturing them with my iPhone rather than purchasing them.

Having had dogs as family pets from about four years old, I've always been a dog person rather than a cat person. I used to really dislike cats.

There are still some aspects that make me question if I could ever live with one full time.

And I still love dogs and squee every time I see a "Quincy" (miniature schnauzer) or an "Elvie" (wire-haired fox terrier) when out and about.

But I grew to appreciate cats more over the past couple of years.

I think, in the end, I've come to understand that I'm an "animal person". I'm not exclusively a "dog person", and I'm no longer "absolutely not" a "cat person".

I just wish relationships with other humans were as uncomplicated and unconditional as with pets.

I miss having a dog companion to sense your sadness and push it away with their cold, wet nose, silly wagging tail and sloppy kisses.

A canine friend to share your excitement and happiness. To dance on hind legs with you.

A snuggly pup who can curl into your body on the couch or on the bed, and you know all they want is to love and be loved in return. And maybe some belly scratches.

And as long as you can give them that (and food and exercise), you're good enough. You're their everything. No matter how complicated or messy that everything might be.

I'm still not sure felines have that down pat yet.