posted on Feb, 22 2016 @ 08:09 PM
We have cats. We love them. All of them were born wild. All of them have been neutered. They live wildish and well. Nico is mostly an indoor
cat and came to our household with her late sister as a wee kitten that didn't even know how to bury their own poop. Rascal is a born-and-raised
feral cat that did something none of them has ever done: he chose to become a people cat. He used to "greet" us by clawing and ripping our legs
and then dashing away. He once did that to me as I walked toward the front door. I turned around and swatted him such that he did a 180. He
lowered his body and raised his hips as if to say, "now we're gonna play!" Being beaten was foreplay to this cat. I was truly scared. The only
way we could punish this cat was to exclude him from the house. There are six others are feral cats that we feed and water and two of them will
allow us to occasionally touch them.
I grew up with dogs. Dogs will let you hug them. Dogs love being hugged. When dogs are hurt or sick or injured, they tend to go to YOU. Cats go
by themselves into the bush or burrow under something and hide. Bastards. Dogs NEVER poop in your shoes to express anger. Dogs, once trained,
would explode before messing on the floor. Cats are finicky about how and where they urinate and defecate, but don't mind hucking up a hairball
anywhere -- even on your lap or chest.
I guess I just miss "dogginess". Where I live -- we can't have dogs, or can't have them in the way I'd want them. Neighbors have dogs that
run up and down the road and snack out of garbage cans. I would have to fence in an enormous area, and I can't really afford that.
Other advantages: Dogs will kill feral chickens. Cats know better. Dogs love you unconditionally. Cats seem to tolerate your presence. Cats
whine relentlessly until whatever horrid monsterous condition you've imposed upon them is corrected. Yes, cats are loving. Yes, they are. They
express their love in ways that only they can.
Still, I can't help wondering, if I dropped dead suddenly if Nico wouldn't curl up on my warm chest and purr until I grew too cold to be
comfortable. A dog would have the good grace to be sad and mourn.
I'll never forget bringing our old boy cat Sutter in after being run over and killed on the road. I was bawling and laid him down amongst the cats
so they could see what happened. Two of them started playing with his dead tail. Dogs would never do that.
I don't think cats are evil. I love several of them. I think they are amoral, or perhaps still genetically so wild that they are immune to the
heartache that their canine cousins are susceptible to. I envy them sometimes. Imagine being numb to suffering.
Dogs aren't numb though. The best it gets for dogs, is to do anything you want to do with them. Who could not love them dearly? I miss dogs.