| R-type |
Crazy Cat Lady.
I only have one cat right now, and it's not cool! The hubby knows my luff of animals, so he's okay with another cat. I want a fish tank too. :)
Well we have four kittens to find homes for and an old fish tank in the shed gathering dust so perhaps I can squeeze them all into the tank then mail them to you?! :D Yay! Problems solved!
Fake Healer
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I have 2 cats. Never again. I will always have a dog for a pet if I ever get anything after these 2 cats. I hate litter pans! And an outdoor cat is nothing but the owner's way of telling the neighborhood that they couldn't care less whether you find animal carcasses and pet feces in your flowerbeds. Disgusting vermin.
FH
| Dirk Gently |
Am mildly afraid of dogs, due to being attacked when I was little.
Mildly afraid of dogs w/o any sort of reason in particular. I've met nice dogs, but they just aren't my thing, and I would not be able to get one that liked me easily. Not many dogs do, for some reason...
Oh, and there's that time when my eye swelled shut because I got dog dander in it. I get itchy from cat hair, but not as bad as with dogs.
Andrew Turner
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I think a lot of people tend to hate cats because they're 'not like dogs'. Fair enough. But dogs always strike me as being very needy and its more like having a slave than a friend sometimes.
I'd argue the cat probably never wakes anyone up at 2 AM in February for a 30 minute walk, sniffing every corner of the yard twenty times before finally deciding on the first spot they smelled...
| Fox_Reeveheart |
Oh god thats a toughie. I like cats a little more than dogs despite we have 2 dogs and 1 cat in the family. Though everyone in the house KNOWS by now that though I didn't pick up the cat it basically belongs to me now since I give it the majority of attention, feeding, cleaning. Not to mention he only responds to my voice when I call for him to come inside the house again, he knows my calls.
Oddly enough everyone named him mr. kitty but his unofficial name is Kip, after a kobold fighter I made a few years back and he was just a tiny kitten. Looked at him and thought "Hey, he's small, annoying, sharp claws, skitters around alot, JUST LIKE KIP!" (Kip used bladed gauntlets and was an annoyance, even if he was a well liked and considered mvp of that particular party cause of his damage output, it's nice to know that when there is healing for one that you are the person they pick :p)
go kip! kip the cat!
| Mark Lishman |
Decide if you love cats after this!
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00am: Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am: A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am: walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am: Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm: Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00pm: Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm: Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm: Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00pm: Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm: Wow! Watched TV with my master! My favorite thing!
11:00pm: Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and myself are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released --and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded! The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe....... for now...
Aberzombie
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In my own humble opinion, the only thing cats are good for is dissection in Highschool Anatomy and Physiology class. Aahhhh...what fond memories....
Unless they are very large hunting cats (i.e. lions, tigers, etc).
Dogs Rule! Unfortunately, my wife is seemingly allergic to big dogs, and I would rather not own one of the little yappy ones (as someone else also mentioned).
kessukoofah
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Decide if you love cats after this!
Hilarious, and growing up with an assortment of lots of animals, so, so true. I do not like to take care of animals myself, and do not really believe in the domestication of animals, but with that being said I am closest to being a Cat dude. They're much more independant. They don't really care if you're there or not. And the best part is that I'm sure they would kill us all if they thought they could get away with it. We have two kittens running around the house right now that I have taken to calling Fluffers McCuddles and D12 (after my favorite of all polyhedrons).
| Hammith |
My mother has owned somewhere between four to twelve cats during my 23 years of life. If I didn't have a fondness for cats I would probably be completely and undeniably insane because of it.
Heh. Heh heh. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. *Twitches and convulses on the floor, muttering about cheese sticks*.
The insanity came when I had to start doing my own laundry, not because of the cats.
*Runs around on his side making airplane noises*
| FenrysStar |
I had two dogs that passed on and now play with my sister's mutt whenever I go to visit her, her husband and my nephew. I'm also someone whose favorite race to play is Lupin who are canine humanoids that can be used to simulate wolves, dogs, coyotes, jackals, foxes and most any other member of the Canine Clan with the right imagination. So which side of the debate do you think I fall under?
| Tegan |
I'm a dog lover but like Fizz, medium to large ones b/c the little yippers are useless. I tolerate cats if they're hunters, but will NEVER own one. Right now, my 1/2 chow 1/2 lab 14 year old puppy is living with my mom. It's for the best really, she's a digger & it's the only yard she's ever known (yes, she's an outside dog. there's a reason for that but I won't go into detail) and when I moved, the decision to leave her at my mom's was the hardest and most depressing one I had to make. I miss her seeing her daily. :o(
| YeuxAndI |
Both!
Cats are like having roomates who like you. They hang out, miss you when your gone, and treat you like an equal. I'm okay with that, though my kitty is so so mad at me right now cause of our new dog.
Dogs are like your children, if you haven't had children yet? Something like that. Not that I don't love my cat but the worry I have with my pup is way more worrisome than anything I've ever dealt with a cat.
I don't like birds.
| Mulban |
When I got out of the military the first time I moved into a townhouse that had two cats. They didn't really bother me, but they kept hanging out in the basement where I lived. The owners of the house got another kitten and we bonded. I liked her a lot more than the other cats. I struck a deal with her, she could have run of the basement if she kept the other cats out. This deal worked out well for both of us.
Two months after I moved out, my former roommates called me and told me to come get my cat. She had been depressed without me, it seemed. Now she lives with my brother, and he's starting to get a clue on how to take care of her.
So I guess I was adopted by a cat. Funny, I had been a dog person until she showed up.