I have one cat, which is to say that my wife has one cat that she was kind enough to bring into the marriage. I had two kids from a previous marriage, so fair is fair.
I was thinking it would be funny to leave the body of this post blank since I'm not a cat person, but I have come to respect the little bastard over the 19 years he's been here:
1. Cats have attitude. The fiercest of my malamute sled dogs is our female Kali. Kali is a genuine alpha bitch and we keep her away from all other dogs outside of our pack because she seems to have a desire to kill everything. She is very sweet to humans but if you are a fellow critter, not so sweet. One day I heard a scream from the kitchen and I rushed in to find my daughter trying to pull Kali off the cat. The cat was covered in blood and I rushed him upstairs, all the while trying to figure out how I was going to explain this to my wife. Plato the cat, at the time, weighed a scant 6 pounds, as he had kidney failure and has no front claws, so I was expecting catastrophic injuries. There was not a single wound on the cat. I went downstairs to find Kali licking a half dozen spurting wounds. The cat handed her her ass.
2. Cats know how to read people. I hate cat hair on my clothing and Plato has some sort of sonar that tells him when something black has been laid out on a flat surface and is thus available to be laid upon. He is helping me to be less neurotic. Sadly to say, it's be working.
3. Cats are independent. No stress at all for travelling, unlike dogs who will crap all over the house and eat all the food you give them in one sitting.
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