Raining Cats and Dogs
It's "raining cats and dogs" in California today, and Corylea rightly asked for debates on cats vs. dogs to be moved out of Kindo's and Delightful McCoy's thread, so here is a thread for your love and understanding of cats and dogs.
My parents have always been "cat people" and just don't relate well to dogs. They aren't sure what to make of dogs' demands for attention. We had a tough old Havana Brown Siamese who lived in the back yard and ate lizards and mice. Came in when he felt like it, which wasn't too often, though he was a sweetie when he did.
Of course, their children all grew up and married "dog people". Our dog is a sweet old pit bull who must be part cat, because she's going on "nine lives". She was taken from an abusive owner, with cigarette burns on her. Bit out her stitches after being spayed. Jumped off a second story landing, hit a bookcase on the way down, and demolished it. Survived cancer, being hit by a car, and the worst case of bladder stones our vet ever saw. She's scared of the dark, and unhappy unless someone's with her all the time now. Can't exactly blame her for that.
We live in coyote country. Cats and small dogs, sadly, just disappear rather often. If we had a cat, it would have to be an indoor cat, because too many of our neighbors' cats have become breakfast for the coyotes.
It's "raining cats and dogs" in California today, and Corylea rightly asked for debates on cats vs. dogs to be moved out of Kindo's and Delightful McCoy's thread, so here is a thread for your love and understanding of cats and dogs.
My parents have always been "cat people" and just don't relate well to dogs. They aren't sure what to make of dogs' demands for attention. We had a tough old Havana Brown Siamese who lived in the back yard and ate lizards and mice. Came in when he felt like it, which wasn't too often, though he was a sweetie when he did.
Of course, their children all grew up and married "dog people". Our dog is a sweet old pit bull who must be part cat, because she's going on "nine lives". She was taken from an abusive owner, with cigarette burns on her. Bit out her stitches after being spayed. Jumped off a second story landing, hit a bookcase on the way down, and demolished it. Survived cancer, being hit by a car, and the worst case of bladder stones our vet ever saw. She's scared of the dark, and unhappy unless someone's with her all the time now. Can't exactly blame her for that.
We live in coyote country. Cats and small dogs, sadly, just disappear rather often. If we had a cat, it would have to be an indoor cat, because too many of our neighbors' cats have become breakfast for the coyotes.