Cats - Page 2
Every cat I have ever had, somewhere around 8 or 10, has met me at the door when I have come home. Each one has either wrapped themself around my shoulder or snuggled up on my lap. They have 'talked' to me while I was cooking, washing dishes, cleaning the bathroom or making the bed. As my hearing gets worse, I depend on my cats to be my ears and alert me when someone drives up to the house, or when the neighborhood kids are lurking around in the wee hours of the morning. They have groomed me, pulled my hand or arm to them in an attempt to get me to hug, pet, and/or hold them. They include me in their play and games. I am one of their litter mates.
I have had one dog. I had her mother, and I helped her when she gave birth to 'Lady'. Lady was my best friend, but she refused to get up on my lap, or up on the bed, even when I tried to get her to do it. She and the cats were best buddies and quite often they would gang up on me. Lady talked to me, and greeted me too.
I prefer cats because I don't have to take them outside to potty and walk. I can leave them for weeks, I have someone come every other day to scoop and to make sure they have plenty of water and dry food, and they have never held grudges.
If you 'cop' and attitude with a cat, they will dish it back to you in spades!! I love them for their independence, their grace, the way they can play with just a shadow! Such imagination. And when a cat loves you, by golly you know you are truly loved.
Anoher thing, when I am depressed, blue or ill, my cats are right there dishing out the love and sympathy. When I come home from a trip to the Temple, they will not leave me alone. They want to be held and refuse to be put on the floor. That is when I call them Velcro Kitty's.
Edited: AGene on 27th Mar, 2004 - 2:15am