Green fingers?

I've always enjoyed growing things, and love gardening. Also I want to have living things around me at home, so that the flat is not completely lifeless. Also I want to make the place as comfortable as possible while I am there. Lately I've been turning my tiny balcony into a garden. It started with a few pinks in troughs, but I've been gradually adding plants. Give it a month or two and it will look like Babylon. Luckily plants can be had quite cheaply where I live, as it's positively rural compared to London.
I'm thinking again about the alleged therapeutic qualities of pets to autistic people. I detest pets, and would much rather see wild animals in the wild. I think that plants have the same affect on me as pets do to many other autistic people.

The living planet

I see lots of articles online, describing how pets can be beneficial to autistic people. I really dislike pets of any description. It's not only their unsavoury habits that I find off-putting. I don't like the way they get up close to one, and do all the slobbering and lovey-dovey stuff. They invariably have the most atrocious breaths, generally smelling of whatever they licked last. They are veritable holiday camps for vermin, and are disease-ridden. They are crafty and manipulative. I simply don't understand what is supposed to be so appealing about them. I think I must be the odd one out, as usual.