There are two types of people in this world. Cat people, and dog people. If you are a hamster/fish/lizard or whatever person, don't even start. Nobody cares. Not even your unfeeling fish.
We have a cat and a dog in our home. Mr. Fefa brought the cat into our relationship. We call him Kitty. Clever. When he is not throwing up on our expensive comforter, tracking litter throughout the house, and bringing us "gifts" in the form of small dead things, he is sometimes cute. This is despite that he insists on sleeping rightnextto my face every night so when I wake up I have to search haplessly for those little hairs stuck to my face that are, for some unexplained reason, much more difficult to locate than they should be.
I am the resident dog person, responsible for the bundle of wonderful that greets us at the door daily. Her name is Montana. She has no idea this is her name though, as we've called her Pooh consistently since we got her. As in 'Winnie the', not as in what she did on the floor. In our cat vs. dog debate Mr. Fefa often claims he doesn't even like her. Which is odd, because every time he comes home there's a chorus of "Who's a Pooh? What a good girl! Who loves daddy? You do? Oh yes you do! Pooh loves daddy! Who's giving daddy kisses? Mwah, mwah, mwah.." And so on. And except for the occasional game of 'how much stuff can I pull out of the trash can and strew throughout the entire house?' she plays when we're gone, she's a great dog.
So why is it people are drawn to one pet over the other? We all no doubt have our own reasons. Cat people, for example, are wrong. Kidding. To be more specific about my own reasons I've decided to share with you what I am greeted with each and every morning.
Here we have Kitty. What is that he's sitting on, staring at so intently for 30 minutes, for no reason whatsoever except that he's a cat? Fefa, trying to sleep. For those of you wondering, those are Mr. Fefa's dirty clothes lying on the floor there. Not pictured: the laundry hamper about 18 inches from said dirty clothes.
Not visible in the Kitty-wake-up-now-or-die picture, is Pooh's bed, just on the other side of our bed. She sleeps snuggled into her little bed, 4 pillows thick, cute as can be all night long. She lets me sleep in peace as long as I want. She's so considerate in fact, she'll pee by the door downstairs before disturbing my slumber. And when I do feel like dragging ass out of bed in the morning, this is the cuteness I am greeted with. And this, is why I am a dog person.
posted by Fefa @ 10:25 AM
13 Comments:
Your dog is shameless, and now I'm blushing.
But, on the plus side, it's nice to know that cat people and dog people can live together peacefully. Filing that useful information away for later, in case I'm forced to entertain a dog in my home just because my boyfriend has this need to have a hairy little creature poo on his bed, tear apart the trashcans, and rip his furniture to shreds. A hairy little creature besides my kids, I mean.
:)
No need to blush, she's fixed.
I think couples are better off when each prefers a different pet. This helps limit the amount of pets in the house. Ever notice when any two people share their pet preference they somehow wind up with a herd of that particular animal? It's as if they lose all self control and enable each other every time they are within 5 miles of a Petco adoption day.
hehe, that is so cute.
I for one am a cat-girl.
I've tried my hardest over the years to get up close and personal with dogs, tried to get over the dog-smell, the idea of picking up warm poop on the ground in the middle of a winter blizzard, and all that gets me is a funky rash on my arms.
thank god i'm allergic! I mean, er, wow, it's too bad i'm allergic and my other half won't get to cuddle that slobbering puppy of his wet dreams into adolescence.
me-ow!
I know! Isn't she just the cutest, ootsiest, little pootsie wootsie bear you ever saw?
Moi, something is wrong with your technique if picking up poop gives you a rash on your arms. Might I suggest using your hands, and perhaps a poop bag? ;) Or do like I do and look as if you might cry about something, anything, at that very moment and he'll pick it up for you.
I'm a dog person. Definitely. No problem with doggie poop either, ever since I picked through a weeks' worth to find the diamond pendant of my mom's that he ate.
Thanks phx - this is one more example of a dog's loyalty. Seeing a pendant out of place in need of safe keeping, he did the best he could to protect it for you. Whereas a cat would have batted it about for its own amusement until it fell into an unreachable location, never to be seen again.
UPDATE: due to Mr. Fefa's recent bare foot discovery of yet another kitty expulsion on his side of the bed, I believe we may have brought one more over to the dog side.
bryan did this too! he walked out of the closet yesterday hopping on one foot, because his other foot had kitty crap on it. it was funny.
exactly. safe keeping. No thief would look there.
And seriously, what cat will protect their family from coyotes or whatever else is howling in the forest nearby? Cats may be independent, whereas dogs are more dependent, but dogs in majority are also loving, and protective. I have yet to meet a cat that is protective over more than its food.
I want a puppy...
What if we play for both teams?
It's all good if you're a switch hitter. I've always had both a dog and a cat actually, and not just because I had a cat person in my life. Because it's a nice balance, they both have pros and cons. And because I am weak beyond reason when confronted with free things that are both baby and furry.
If I had to choose though, I'd go with a dog. Without any want from me she will protect, play, sympathize, respond on command, show complete loyalty, and genuinely love without condition. And also, I haven't had to clean up spilled food in, like, two years.
Cat people are SO WRONG on so many different levels. If I say "just kidding" does that make it all better?
As a card carying "dog person," I have to say that its nice that you allow a cat in your bed. I'm wondering how the two get along.
Well yeah it makes it better. Kind of like "You're fat. Just kidding!" And *poof* hard feelings disappear.
They get along. If get along means Pooh antagonizes Kitty to no end wanting to play, and Kitty avoids her at all costs unless she's sleeping, at which point he attacks her and quickly seeks refuge on a high surface.
Note to potential dual pet households: if you want them to be friends, get them at the same time. If not, get the cat first. Either way it provides hours of amusement for you. Just like on AFV!
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