I know this has absolutely nothing to do with writing, reading or murder, but, well, I wanted to get off the beaten track and talk about critters. I love them. Some folks are dog people all the way. “Cats,” they say, “Are too aloof and have no personality.” While cat people will say, “Dogs are too messy and require too much work.”
I’m neither a cat or a dog person. I am a confirmed ‘tweener.
We have three dogs, two little Shih-Zus, Coco and Zoe or the lil’ girls as I call them. They are sweet loveable snuggle-bunnies, the quintessential lap dogs. We have Britty who is Gary’s dog. She’s a 12 year old Rottweiler. Then we have Kitty who is a sweet grey cat who can also be a brat. But the real brat and dare I admit my favorite is Baby. He’s predominantly a Maine Coon cat who if he was a character in one of my books would be one bad boy cop. He’s naughty. He’s big, athletic, highly intelligent (he can open and close every door in the house.) discriminating and take charge. He has his claws and uses them.
He’s the same one who bit me when I tried to pull him off my other cat because he was playing too rough. He’s the cat who is sleeping at me feet as I type this. The same cat who sleeps next to my head every night (Zoe sleeps between me and hubby and Coco at my feet, while Kitty is on the floor on my side of the bed) and who follows me around all day. We play catch, hide and seek and tag. He is beyond entertaining.
This is the same cat who will not allow anyone to touch him unless he wants them too, which is rare. Oh, he’ll come smell your hair but if you try to touch him while he decides if you’re worthy of his attention, watch out.
He torments the girls, and Kitty. My husband calls him a prick. But this is also the same cat who while all of the other animals want nothing to do with my granddaughter, Gianna, has from the day she was brought home been her vigilant protector. He’s not a purring cat. He only purrs when he comes to lay down next to me or when he sees Gianna. This is the same cat who sprawls out next to the baby on the carpet and allows her to pull his whiskers, tail and ears and doesn’t flinch. No one, not even I can get away with that.
This is the same cat who when I’m upset comes from wherever he may be to comfort me. This is the same cat who when my fil passed away suddenly and my husband broke down and cried, came out of nowhere to comfort him with a tender paw to his face and then curled up next to him in bed as if to say, “I’m here if you need me.” Up to that point, Baby couldn’t give hubby the time of day. Watching him with my husband during that time was amazing and heartwarming.
Here’s a cat who is so intuitive, who knew as soon as he bit me that he had done something wrong. He knew I was in extreme pain, and was so upset he ran after me and projectile vomited right next to me because he was so distraught over my cries of pain. It was the most amazing show of distress by an animal over my welfare I have ever witnessed. Since that day, he has been more attentive. He is so in tune to mine and my husband’s human emotion that he immediately responds by trying to comfort.
He is smart. He is handsome, he is loyal and he is loving. He is such a source of comfort to me in a way no other pet I have ever had has been. And I’ve had a lot of dogs and cats over the years.
So, I guess I have to scratch my head over comments from people who say cats are boring or aloof, or have no personality. I’ve never met a cat who lacked personality. And Baby? He could star in his own movie he’s so full of personality.
How about you? A dog person, cat person or neither? And if you’re up for it, tell us about your favorite pet!
(no giveaway from me today. I’m so tired from mailing out mugs, I never want to see another post office as long as I live!)