I have both. At the moment, there are two dogs in the house and my cat. I just love animals. Although given a choice, I'll choose a cat. I can't even pinpoint why. I just love cats.
I figured with all the angry fighting over serious issues, we could use a break, and have fun with a lighter thread. What can I say, I believe that a bit of light mindedness and loud laughter are sometimes good for the soul.
My pets are better than your pets -- MY PETS PROVIDE ME BREAKFAST !
I have about 15 hens, pullets and a rooster.
My pets provide me with country fresh eggs, plenty of valuable fertilizer for my vegetable garden, and the "evil eye" when I don't do exactly what they want.
My roo even doubles as a great alarm clock around dawn.
Why settle for dogs OR cats, when you can have a coop full of chickens?
You called me to be Temple Coop President, which means I needed two assistants.
So as my first counselor, I called my rooster, Andy.
As my second counselor, I called my favorite hen, Heidi.
You will have to come by and see the conversion of the chicken coop into your International House of Handshakes. Believe me, my chickens can produce enough manure to keep coop/temple patrons busy for a long time.
Have you brought any more converts into your inspired new religion?
My dog was vastly superior in intellect. And putting her to sleep was like losing a child.
My cat, however, was always getting herself into places she just could never get herself out of. The fire dept had to rescue her one of those times. The firemen laughed themselves silly. It's too embarrassing to relate. She just wasn't mensa material.
I always thought I was a dog person, until a stray cat adopted me and I fell in love with her. I was a cat person for years but occasionally thought about also getting a dog. It finally seemed like the right time when our kiddo was 7 years old.
Now that I have a dog and two cats, it's hard to say which is better, because they are so different. The dog is a lot more like having another human kid--she is both more work to take care of and also more company than the cats.
LOL The last two letters of my security code for this post were PU. I wrote earlier that I'm a dog person, but given how gassy my dog is tonight, I may have to rethink that. I wonder how long I can hold my breath.
My cats smell WAAAY better than my dog! She had horrible breath, the stinkiest farts ever, and an overall houndy smell. Plus she likes to roll in disgusting stuff she finds outside.
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time, however, it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time......
It was a circulating email a good ten years ago, and someone put it online. I have no idea who wrote it, but it's one of the funniest things I've ever read.
I loves the doggies, the kittehs, the ferrets, the chickens, and I really want to keep bees.
I have a hatched praying mantis egg in my wildflowers, and I buy lady bugs to take care of aphids on the roses. I almost hit two deer today. All creatures great and small...
Except for raccoons and grizzlies. I'm afraid of them.
Tuesday of last week, my mother made me give up my cats (long story, and no, I don't live with her), I don't have the room or time to properly care for and train a puppy, but I might become an urban beekeeper if Seattle ordinances allow.
Yeah, you can't pet bees, but still.
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You sound like an awesome person, Beth. We need more people with kind hearts in this cruel world. Thanks for sharing those hilarious journals--they made me laugh...again;)
My dog is smarter than my last cat was, but my current cat is definitely smarter. Poor dog. LOL She outsmarts him all the time, and he's not a dumb dog.
To me, the most-balanced home has both a dog and a cat. Each one brings something different to your life.
Oh yes, Fannie Mae's! Quite the delicacy for a dog, though I DON'T KNOW WHY! I've been in that situation. Right now I have one very FAT cat...22+ pounds and i've switched her, yet again, to a specialty low-cal canned. She's a foot stool that waddles.
...are such a tasty treat for a dog! I've managed to avoid this by keeping the litter boxes in the basement and never allowing the dog down there. She can stick her head through the cat door, but her shoulders and body are too wide. I think that having that stuff completely out of the dog's reach is the only way to keep it out of there. You can't really train them not to go for it.
Too many clients think that the scrubs that I wear denote which pet I love the best. So when I wear my jellyfish scrubs they get really confused.
When I wear my dog scrubs, it doesn't mean I'm a "dog veterinarian" and when I wear my cat scrubs it doesn't mean I'm a "cat veterinarian". Honestly, I know my stuff about them both, but I can really only wear one shirt a day.
Cats are smarter than dogs because you can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow.
But that doesn't mean cats make better pets. The smartest pet you can have in your home is a monkey, and there is no pet more nightmarish than a primate. A chimp can literally tear your face off in a violent rage. Even a small monkey will break your valuables and throw feces when angered.
Dogs have learned to give unconditional love like no other animal. So I can see why they are preferred.
By the way, I don't have a dog or a cat in my home.
Dogs have masters. Cats have staff. You feed and take care of a dog, and the dog thinks this person is wonderful. You feed and take care of a cat, and the cat thinks I must be wonderful.
I have 4 indoor cats, and one of them is usually on duty to watch me. They want to make certain nothing happens to their litter-box-changer / food-dispenser.
During my lifetime, I've had fish, tadpoles, budgies, lots of hamsters, mice, rats, a guinea pig, turtles, raccoons, squirrels, cats and dogs. I think that's everything.