Cat Trouble

Jeff points to this article on men who don’t want to admit they love cats.  I don’t know, maybe it’s because I have enough guns to compensate for my inadequacies, as the anti-gun folks would surely believe, but I have no problem admitting to loving cats.  In fact, it’s a problem in our house, because Bitter is a dog person, and is allergic to cats.  I will have to wait until I live somewhere with enough land that I can have an indoor/outdoor cat.

5 thoughts on “Cat Trouble”

  1. I’m more of a dog person, but I like cats. I don’t see what the big deal is. Maybe I missed the handbook they passed out that said you can only like cats if you are the girly man. :)

  2. You know, something I’ve always noticed is that any woman that didn’t get along with my Furry People tended to be an ex fairly quickly.

    Plus, they’re really good about making sure that any wildlife that gets inside is quickly dealt with. It’s a good team: I take care of two-legged threats and they take care of the rest.

  3. I’d get rid of the dog before the cats. I didn’t think I was a cat person until I brought one home many years ago.

    Then again, I just love animals. I’d own a pygmy marmoset if I could.

  4. I had the coolest cat, a little orange & yellow furball who grew quickly into a big, muscle-y tom. I named him Vlad the Nightstalker, because when he was young, he’d hide under my bed, and all you’d see were a pair of glowing amber eyes, like something from a Scooby-Doo cartoon.
    He wouldn’t chase the tiny field-mice out of my old trailer, but he was absolute hell on the squirrels, who had previously LOVED to heave acorns down on my tin roof at five a.m. It sounded like someone with a Ma Deuce directly over my bedroom, but it was short-lived when the ‘new sheriff’ got to town.
    Alas, I believe a pack of coyotes finally got to him. I’ve been wanting a coyote-skin rug since then.

  5. Why not both? Besides taking care of rats, cats can be trained to retrieve game. I had two cats that were better retrievers than my pointer was. Plus, nothing says “wake up” like a cat licking your ears.

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