Randomness of Life

I know this is a rather random topic, which has been discussed many a time and has probably caused a few arguments. But I thought it would be fun and when I did some research I realised it might even be a bit interesting. The first few years of my life I really loved cats, wanted to pet them and would have loved to have one as a pet. Sadly my mum’s allergic to cats, so having one as a pet was out of the question. However, our neighbourhood has a lot of cats but being cats they didn’t want anything to do with me, so I started to not like cats very much (I know very childish of me...but I was a child at the time so…please don’t judge me too harshly). I could have sworn they hated me, which over the years I accepted. (Recently I was at a friends house who happens to have a cat. She gave me her attention!! She let me stroke her! I was shocked! And felt so privileged!) When I was 9 years old we got a dog an absolutely adorable english cocker spaniel, that we named Pebbles. So needl