Cats

The thing I cherish most would have to be my cats, their names are Carlos and Crystal. They are both black and white, Carlos is two and Crystal is eleven. I got Crystal when I was six and she was the first pet I ever had. Sadly, we soon learned that I am allergic to cats, but I refused to let my parents give her away. Now she is old and skittish and kind of crazy, she hates humans and other animals alike, besides me of course. We got Carlos two years ago when he was just a kitten, from day one he was crazy. He bites people, eats dandelions, loves angel food cake, and has an infatuation with paper. He is a strange cat. My cats hate each other, we have to keep them separate at all costs because if we don't they will fight, but when they are in my room together they call a sort of truce and are calm. I love my cats, and being around them is hard sometimes with the fact that I have to wash my hands after I pet them, and be careful not to get scratched, and have to deal with the sneezing and itchy eyes, but I would honestly trade them for nothing else. Animals love humans on a long term relationship where they have to get to know each other, animals are not obliged to love humans, but as cliché as it sounds I really think my cats love me and that is what makes them so special to me.