I want to get back into writing! In the past, I've wanted to blog, and I even started a blog with short stories on my website, but I gave up after a month. I think it would be really fun to blog. I always have wanted to share my thoughts and hoped others would enjoy my writing. But my confidence is low. I can't see people enjoying my writing and wanting to read more. Here's something that might be on my blog: ~Introducing my animals~ Who loves animals? I always had pets, and I always will! Right now, we have five: a tortoise, two cats, and two ferrets. Charlotte, the tortoise, is four years old! She's a Sulcata, so she will live to be around eighty. When we got her, she could fit in the palm of my hand. She was absolutely adorable! Now she is a foot long and not even close to being full size! She resembles Godzilla with that reptilian glare. Our ferrets are Baby and Little Guy. We had a third; his name was Man. He recently passed of old age. Did you know on average ferrets only live to be seven years old? Baby was just eight weeks old when we got him, and now he's a little over four years. He was a tiny little thing, but now has an enormous belly and a couple extra chins. Little Guy was four months old when we found him at a pet store all alone, and we couldn't help but take him home. To be completely honest, those aren't their original names. Baby was Milkshake, Man was Blizzard, and Little Guy was Maple Syrup. MooBear is our black cat we've had since he was a kitten. Don't worry, his name has a backstory and I will get to that. He over a year old and one of the best cats other than his obsession with eating plastic. His name should have been Toothless because he reminds us so much of him, but it was too late and we stuck with MooBear. See one day my husband and I were out on a hike while camping and we heard a rustle in the trees. We saw a large black mass moving and instantly thought it was a bear, but upon further inspection, it was a wild cow. From that day on, we called all black cows, MooBears. And for some reason, my husband wanted that to be our cat's name. Then there's Peaches, our orange, tailless cat. Her owners abandoned her, and we took her in. It was a month after having her we discovered why she got left behind. She turns into a psycho cat at night! When she is being crazy, we call her Pickles.