When I was about five, we stopped at one of those roadside petting zoos... you know the kind. And they let you hold a baby wildcat for a photo. I don’t remember what kind of cub it was… but I do remember deciding I needed it.
So in the photo, you can’t even see the animal because I’d tried to hide it under my shirt. My plan? Smuggle it out and take it home.
It didn’t work, obviously. But honestly? Not much has changed. I still want to bring every cat home.