Thankfully I am not talking about the kind of mental or emotional nor psychological break down.

I’m talking break downs, of the love kind. Specifically, the kind our animal friends are able to pull over on us. What a fast one.

The BF and I have mutually decided that the main role of kittens on this Earth plane is to promote peace and save those hardened souls. Quite possibly, they are here to save humanity as a whole.

Actually, I’m betting on the latter.

For real, People. Think about it. WHO in their might would be able to push the Def Con 9 Bomb Button when face to face with kittens?

I don’t think anyone is capable of NOT being a blubbering mess around such small fury adorableness.

Just take TC, for example. When he comes over, he starts cooing. Cooing, People. Then he goes into weird animal baby speak. I’m not sure what the hell he does or is trying to say, but I’ll be damned if they don’t respond to him, in high pitched kitten squeaks, no less!

I can’t stay angry or annoyed when I look at them. They bring the joy factor. More than I ever could have predicated.

Animals do important work. Possibly the most important. A bold statement that I shall fervently stand by.

They constantly teach us love. What could be more important than that? I think Ghandi and Buddha and Jesus are agreeing with me right now.