it's like, an animal lover is someone who 'loves' animal. that's why they ARE called/labelled animal lovers. not someone who goes around telling people they 'like' animals just because they're cute or anything. you don't go around telling people that you're an animal lover when you're not. you're just someone who happened to like a particular animal because they're cute and adorable. self-proclaimed people are disgusting.

i love animals especially cats because i have this certain fondness towards them. i'm not classified as a cat lover or an animal lover. yes, of course i love them. i don't go, 'hey, i'm an animal lover!'

i don't know whether after reading this you think i'm a/an cat/animal lover or a self-proclaimed dork. you label me.

i love animals except reptiles. so, it means i'm not an animal lover? you figure it out.

i'm not ashamed to say this but as a self-proclaimed cat lover, i love any cats. no matter if it's clean, dirty, male, female, young, old, sick, well, mine or the stray ones. i don't care whether they're dirty. i don't care if they carry disease and if i touch them i'll be infected. i rather die.

i go around, when i see a cat, i'll go, "meow!" i don't know whether the people i'm with at those time were annoyed. i'll get down on my knees and give them a pat on their furry head. stroke their fur. some might think i'm mad but, i'll say hello. when i'm done yapping (the cats were amazingly obedient. they'll just listen.) i'll say a little prayer. i'll ask for God to protect that particular cat, so that he'll have shelter and food and to keep him safe from any danger. also, to protect all the cats everywhere.

the strays below my block have names. i gave them names because they're so many of them. there's jelly, the one who's very ill because he shake when he walks. there's sophie, the one who's scared of me. it'll take time. comot, he went missing. i think he was taken away and put to sleep. of course, how could i forget, my bestfriend tompok. she's such a darling. the last day i saw her was when we were moving. she's still in my mind, wherever she is.

i used to have 3 cats but 1 went missing. my bestfriend, manja went missing last 3 months i think. it seemed so long ago. i thought i was going to die. he's my only bestfriend. it took me a long time that i had to accept the fact that he's gone. so many endless nights, wide awake, whispering his name. only God knows. i can't bear to write the things we did together. the good old days. the other 2 are still here. both snuggling near me as i'm writing this down. i love them to bits. when people ask me how many cats i have, i'll say 3 because in my heart, the missing one is still my cat. here or not.

i'm prepared to dedicate my life for animals.

it's up to you to classify me as a/an cat/animal lover or a self-proclaimed dork.