Why everyone should vote for my animal
My cat may be pretty, but he traded his smarts for his looks and left his last two brain cells fighting for third place. When he’s not getting loves & pats, he indulges in expanding his vocabulary by inventing new phrases at any random hour of the day. Unfortunately making biscuits is not a skill he picked up along the way. Instead of kneading blankets, he attacks them like prey while purring his blessed little engine likes he’s he’s having the time of his life.

He doesn’t know very much, but he has a big heart and a lively spirit. I think we all need a Tinfoil in our lives, because that kind of unyielding passion & energy is what drives us forward in such rocky times.