Some have told me that I remind them of a fawn or chipmunk, but I don’t think that’s what I’d consider myself as if I were an animal. There’s no doubt in my mind that I would be a cat. I’ve always felt like I’ve had a special connection with feline friends, and I’ve had many cats around me all my life; in the debate between being a cat or a dog person, it was always an easy choice for me. Also, who can’t relate to an indoor cat to some degree? I’ve embraced their look unintentionally, wearing the cat eyeliner look since middle school. The furry friends have a special place in my heart, and I don’t think I’d consider myself any other animal.
Pictured is Nickie’s cat Margo, who was adopted from a shelter in Oregon during her study abroad program. Photo by Nickie Hayes.
If I was to be an animal, I would definitely be a parrot. People think parrots are just really loud birds that love to talk all the time. On the other hand, I see them as birds that value good conversations. I consider myself someone who is insightful because I love to make sense of different situations. I appreciate the gift of being able to speak about meaningful moments or scenarios to a group of friends, classmates or people you may just have met. I’m sure the parrots appreciate conversations that make us grow and should be valued as well.
The animal I would be is undeniably a housecat. I mind my own sometimes investigating a curious occurrence, laze around and occasionally responding when my name is called. On a more meaningful note, I value cats’ expression of their personal boundaries and how they can provide a comforting presence without getting in your face. Back home I have three cats, but the one I realized I am most like is my grumpy Siamese mix named Philo-Sophie (Philly for short). We don’t like to be bothered, and if we are, we give the dirtiest looks.
A side-by-side comparison of Aleks’ and Philly’s dirty looks. Note the similarities in their arms’ positions.
I’ve always loved horses, ever since I was a little girl. I used to have horse-covered notebooks and folders when I was in elementary school. Specifically the white Arabian horse. That breed is what I always dreamed of owning someday. I’ve always loved the wild mustangs that roam the western hills, like in “Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron” or “Flicka.” Their hooves pounding on the rolling grass and their manes blowing in the wind: I have always been drawn to that kind of freedom and strength and power.