My mom’s final two cats were both certified previously owned and arrived as adults: a young Maine coon (M) rescued from an abusive owner that was mad he was too scrawny to breed, who only grew to the lower end of Maine coon size for males, and an enormous declawed tabby (F) who was fully the boy’s size frame-wise. She was a much better mouser despite him having claws and her not.
“So, if he poops, where does it go?”
I ran across a couple posts about cat lovers today:
A California driver was charged with fatally mowing down a man whom she accused of trying to run over a cat, authorities said Wednesday.
And surely everyone would rush out into 100 to 150 or so mph winds to rescue a cat?
That’s all true. I put up with it for a couple of year because i wanted children. Not babies, but adult family members. And hey, it worked. I now have a couple of adult children who obtain their own food, deal with their own elimination needs, and can amuse themselves. But they also join me for supper on Rosh Hashanah, share interests with me, and, you know, act like family.
I enjoy both dogs and cats in other people’s houses. I have pet cats because the enjoyment i get from having cats around is worth the effort i have to expend on them. The same is not true of dogs.
I love “visiting” dogs – like petting someone else’s, or enjoying their company at someone else’s house. But I could never keep one as a pet. Too high-maintenance. They need 90 percent of your attention 90 percent of the time.
My cats come and go as they please and generally only need me to fill their food and water bowls. In return, sometimes they’ll snuggle up against me. Just as often they won’t.
If dogs and cats were sitcom characters, dogs would be Gomer Pyle and cats would be Niles Crane. They’re both fun to be around, but I prefer the subtle humor of cats.