Mickey Tube

I hate cats. No, the more accurate term would be afraid. I fear these creatures, feline, so that every time I see a picture of a cat, I run the other direction. And when I told her likeness, I mean anything that is remotely close to a cat. Hello Kitty is no exception. Whenever someone gives me an element of Kitty: Hello, I vehemently refuses to touch it. I do not if they could see that I am not happy with their choice of gifts, I will not get their hands on it. They can call me rude, but is no more crude to give something to someone, they are terrified? Yeah. That's what I thought.

I'm not a big fan of dogs either. Me got bitten by a means supposed to be the best friend of man and that experience alone is enough to cut my dog. Compared to cats, I really have nothing against them. I told my neighbor's vicious dog think it's expected of him sink his sharp teeth at anyone who comes through the white door because I was not the only kid in the neighborhood that was bitten. However, you will not see me cuddling a puppy no matter how cute or adorable or what it is Darling. Of course, Snoopy is cute and combination black and white is a nice touch but extroverted Beagle Charlie Brown does not do a thing for me.

While everyone is filling their room with Hello Kitty and Snoopy things like pillow cases, lamps and clocks, I sought an animal character that is perfect for my taste. I said no to Garfield, of course. Donald Duck has a strange voice. Bugs Bunny is too smart for my taste. Tweety Bird is so childish. Taz can not talk and eat garbage. Winnie the Pooh seems to always joke that the honey in the mouth. Eeyore is depressing. I could go on and on.

I'm sorry if you idolize some of the characters I mentioned, I do not want to fight with you. I'm just stating the facts that I did not choose as my hero animal. I can appear as a difficult person, but if I have a blow to choose my favorite cartoon animal I might as well be as selective as I can be.

I woke up earlier than usual on a Saturday morning and instead of Huckleberry Hound singing "Oh my darling, oh my darling" Clementine, the television screen was Mickey Mouse. I heard Mickey before Saturday (which does not anyway?) But I have not watched one of his shows yet. So while I poured milk into my bowl of Trix, I'm in the living room and my eyes glued to the TV. Since then, my Saturday morning begins at eight o'clock instead of nine.

I love Mickey Mouse. I can not identify the reason why, but from the moment I looked into the tube, I became a fan. He then tries to impress Minnie and it is such a good owner for Pluto. It is not childish or deception. Mickey is so common, it seems like a real human being.

Even now that I'm already almost my twenty second birthday, I still collect Mickey Mouse items. I have posters, DVDs of his shows, and comics. I have a pile of towels, bed sheets, pillow cases matched, clock, wall clock, wristwatch, necklace, bracelet, desk lamp, you name it. I do not know when I'll stop looking for Mickey Mouse on every item imaginable, probably never.