Friday, June 06, 2008
didja ever notice
that the real difference between cats and dogs is how they come to be owned? or should i say partnered with? (i actually shouldn't, seeing as how ending sentences with prepositions gives me hives, but for the sake of edit...i shall contin).
think about it--people find dogs. how many people do you encounter walking their mutty-looking dogs down the street, and when (and if) you get to know them, you discover that they found the dog as a puppy, just wandering around a neighborhood, a loose constituent of some destitute litter. or take my familia's instance--due to my long history of working with the s.p.c.a., they naturally pay homage to their eldest's efforts on behalf of the animals by adopting all their ruff ruffs from the local shelter (which, incidentally, has been looking quite spiffy lately due to renovations underwritten by an ex-weatherman. information courtesy of my mother, who should run the news station).
now take cats. they always show up on a doorstep, or follow you home, with the sly intent on invading your life. they know exactly what they're doing, and if they linger long enough, you'll eventually stop feeding them tuna from a can (and really, what cat actually likes tuna?) and take them permanently. how many people do you know who own a cat from the shelter? people never give cats up. they're the ideal pet (an observation, rather than an opinion. any cat of mine would end up like the one above, and i'd go on typing on the bberry) because they're quiet, (usually) docile, clean, and don't poo on the floor. cats breed and foster obsession. how many 'crazy dog ladies' do you know? i've never visited a candle-burning lesbian with a labrador running around the house.
all the above are generalizations, of course, but the fact is that people find their dogs, and cats find their people.