They scare me. They can read my mind. They crap on my garden. I think one must have 'gone for me' when I was little.
I don't mind the black ones, or the ratcatchers, so long as they don't touch me or leap on the back of my head at the back of the sofa. I particularly don't like the gingers or the tabbies. I can't help it.
Susan Boyle because all my choices seem to generate a disproportionate amount of media coverage, yes she has a nice voice...but does it merit the amount of column inches no....