If you are like me, you just love animals. As long as you don't have to clean up their shit, listen to them bark, put up with a fine layer of hair over everything you own, share your refrigerator with cans of foul smelling material covered with tin foil and rubber bands that don't seem to stay on. Or put up with the smell of urine, foul breath, incredible farts, and decaying mammals under tables. Or the dry humping legs of guests you had up until then been on good terms with, and the escaping... especially the escaping, which is an emergency rescue effort that has to be undertaken immediately and involves running long distances looking for the "lovable" creature and half expecting to find it dead in traffic. The real pisser there is you realise the little bundle of stinky fur has about as much desire to be fed and housed and walked by you as you have in providing the same for it. Sometimes to emphasise the point it'll just go ahead and bite you in the face. And after living with that whole business for ten to fifteen years the thing goes and dies in an even more stinky and unnattractive manner, leaving behind piles of fur, scratches on furniture and urine stained carpets to make sure you never, ever forget it. Yes, I love animals.
Link to coreyfishes.com, a photography portfolio with pictures of beasts and birds - and fishes