I live with cats.
But I wouldn’t call myself a cat person. I am firmly in camp dog. Why you ask?
This is why:
For those who cannot see or understand what they are looking at let me explain. This is a photo of a cat laying in a crate of potatoes. The potatoes are the last of the harvest I’ve just pulled in from the garden. The cat is laying directly on the cold lumpy potatoes and looks as uncomfortable as one would expect to be laying on cold lumpy potatoes. There is no reason for her to shed all over my fresh produce other than that cats are, essentially, jerks.
But, my cat loving husband says, your dogs would probably pee on them if given an opportunity. And I can’t disagree. My boys will pee on anything they deem necessary to claim as their own. And if it were at dog peeing level and they didn’t pee on the potatoes they would probably steal them and play with them like I had just provided them with the best toys ever. But the difference is they would be happy. Joyfully marking their territory, proudly showing me the new thing they “own” ecstatically asking me to join a game with their new “toys”. Oh, they would be in trouble but hidden beneath their rotten choices are hearts of gold.
Look at this cat. She’s not even happy to be laying on the potatoes. She, like all cats, does not have a heart of gold but something much more sinister and dark. Cats are known for covering the coziest, warmest spots around. There is no reason to lay on my cold, lumpy potatoes other than to prove that as a cat you can.
And that is why I am a dog person.
Dogs are our friends, but I have neever been too sure about cats…
Look at that sweet little face. I’m sure that I see a smile of glee, thinking “she doesn’t like me but that’s ok I’ll lay here and bask in that good earthy smell, not destroying anything like that silly dog would,” I’m a cat lover bust love dogs too!
Awwww, look at that cyoot face. 😀 … besides, in the coming food shortage, She who controls the taters, controls the world! Bwhahahahaha! 😀