Dogs vs. cats? Canines vs. felines? The question of being a dog or a cat person always seems to notoriously come out of nowhere. Supposedly, it says something about a person’s character. What does it even mean to be a dog or a cat person? Is it even possible to be both? A dog person and a cat person? Who knows.
I hate to say “according to Wikipedia,” but, according to Wikipedia, cats are currently the world’s most popular pet, and have been associated with human beings for the last 9,500 years. However, according to Facebook, the “Dog” fan page has an impressive fan base of 727,338. In comparison, cats don’t even have a fan page. Let’s face it, dogs are better than cats.
So what if cats bury their urine and feces? That hardly deems them more superior. Dogs are just... to put it simply... more practical. There’s a reason why they’re referred to as “man’s best friend.” Granted, we live in a society where slavery has been abolished. But sometimes, I can’t help but feel as though Sammy, my family’s ever-so-loving yellow lab mix, would do anything for me if he could. Whether I’m getting home from school, or running errands, or anything that involves me leaving the house, he’s no more than a foot away from the garage door, patiently awaiting my homecoming.
Human interaction is vital for dogs. They constantly want us to take them for walks, or runs, or throw the ol’ tennis ball around in the backyard, or at the park. Not to mention, they’re clearly grateful when we spend time with them. I’ve never seen a cat get all amped up when a leash or a tennis ball is pulled out. Then again, cats are the ones who come and go as they please—leaving home for days at a time.
What’s their deal? Here goes. Cats are egotistical. Very egotistical. It’s all about them. All the time. Cats are far more independent than dogs, and secretive, and snobbish. It’s not difficult to picture, or imagine, a cat thinking, “Just because you come home from school, I’m supposed to be there waiting for you?” or, “I’m supposed to wait for a human to decide when I get to play?”... Woah there, kitty.
When I was around ten years old, I shared a room with my sister. My bed was right next to the window, and I distinctly remember hearing some strange moaning sounds coming from the backyard one night. Not even a week after hearing those late night moans, I discovered that the moans were hailing from a cat ‘in heat’ on our back fence. Gross. Let’s be real; hearing cats in heat is like those unwanted pornographic internet pop-ups. No one wants to see that (or hear it, for that matter).
Another thing. I’ll never understand “crazy cat ladies.” Everybody knows one. Everybody has an aunt or family friend, or a neighbor who lives alone with 15 plus feline residents, and never changes out of her moo-moo nightgown.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’ve never heard of any “crazy dog ladies.”
There. It’s settled. Go cool off in your litter box.
