Cats. They are so human. They creep in at the early hours of the morning like rebellious teenagers, the kittens play roughly like young kids, they laze by the fire, looking at you as if you are blessed to own them.
Ginger fur, the colour of the deepest amber jewel, like an auburn-haired human. Some are pearl white, some edged with deep blacks and chocolate-brown. Some are just midnight black, either causing you good-luck, bad-luck, or nothing happens at all. It depends on the person.
Emerald, onyx, sapphire eyes watching you from every street-corner, garden fence or room.
It's just a pity that all of my feline friends are made of cold porcelain.