I am a cat person. I think I have mentioned that before but seriously, I am one stray kitten away from becoming the quintessential Crazy Cat Lady.
Dogs are too affectionate for me, and they require too much attention. Cats are more independent, and they love you on their own terms. I can respect that in a pet.
When you get home from work:
A dog will come running to greet you,
lick your face, and wag his tail enthusiastically because he is so glad to see
A cat will remain seated on the window
ledge, lick her paws, and ignore you entirely because she is indifferent to
your presence in her home.
When you want to
A dog will happily fetch any object that you throw.
He will run circles around you.
He is just grateful that you are paying attention to him.
A cat might play your game if she is in
the mood. She might chase the rubber mouse that you dangle in front of her; or
she might go back to grooming herself and ignore you. She will let you know when your attention is required.
When they need to use the facilities:
A dog will jump at the door and scratch
the door, then run back and forth between you and the door until you get up and
let him out.
A cat will hold it until you provide
her with a clean litter box.
If Timmy falls into the well again:
A dog will run home and alert the family.
A cat will stay on the window ledge and
groom herself. If she has nothing better to do, she might spend a quiet moment
wondering who Timmy is, and perhaps wonder where that kid is who is supposed to
be cleaning her litter box.
Previously posted on Gomestic by Triond a long, long time ago.
To all of the fans of Brandi the Cute Little Puppy Dog, it is with heavy heart that I announce the untimely death of our sweet little doggie. She will be sadly missed by her human family: me (Karen), Derek, Kalene, and Megan. She will be missed, (but without the sadness) by our two cats, Zinger and The Doctor.
If dogs and cats go
to Heaven when they die (a theological question neither asked nor answered in
the Scriptures), she may be reunited with her “brother from another mother”
Jethro, who was born in our wonderfully weird household when Brandi was just a
puppy of about five months old. Brandi and Jethro were best buds until Jethro’s
untimely death by road kill in 2011.
you may recall, was the author of a series of cute little articles about her
cute little self. Several of these were published on the Triond website “The
Real Owner” and later republished on this blog “Karen's Critters.” Brandi did not
have very good spelling for a dog, and her grammar was distinctively juvenile,
but she really was cute, so I just posted her stories ‘as is’ and it became
part of her charm.
Read stories by and about Brandi in this blog. I have set up quick links to three posts:
In addition to her busy writing career and her role as our wireless doorbell (a role for which she was eminently overqualified and carried out with overexuberance), Brandi was well known by anyone who would listen to my stories as a hero for scaring off a would-be intruder in the wee hours of the morning, helping the police to catch up with the suspect of several break-ins in our neighbourhood.You can read this story atOkay, the dog can stay!
Brandi the Cute Little Puppy Dog. RIP We love you!