I live in a nice house. It may not be fancy, but it is warm and dry. I have comfy furniture to lounge upon as much as I like. I get food just given to me. I get the finest veterinary care there is. I've got a pretty cushy life.
Yet there are those who think my mama shouldn't be able to have me. They want to force my mama to turn me out. To make me fend for myself.
Do they know what happens to animals who have to fend for themselves? They are cold, wet, and hungry. Constantly on the run. Chased. Shot at. Sometimes shot.
You know what? PETA can kiss my behind.
I'm staying right here.
I am the 1%.