Dogs or cats?
PROSE – RANT
I’ve seen or heard this question asked numerous times over my lifetime. To be honest, I really never understood the question. The question itself is easy enough. It’s simply one or the other, right?
I suppose the issue I’m having is me. My inability to withstand their adorableness. Is that a word? Hmm, moving on. I originally was a dog person. I breed, trained, and loved on them as much as possible. Though, I’ve had several breeds over the years I’m mainly a Rottweiler guy. Black Forest in particular.
I love dogs. I enjoy the companionship, their goofiness, and their devotion. I never considered being able to get anything like this from a cat. Boy, was I wrong.
The development of my clowder:
One day, I cat showed up on my porch. She was lounging as if I was running a spa or something. Well, that cat I have begun to call Smoke. Smoke is lovable kiddish pain in the ass. She showed up about three years ago. There were several that popped up from time to time, but Smoke has stuck around.
Then, a black cat showed up, again lounging. I really need to consider making a website and developing rates. After, a bit time of time I began calling him Roscoe P. Coltrane. I don’t know why, but it popped in my mind and I went with it.
Next, a tiny cat showed up and melted my heart. So, I started feeding he regularly trying to coax her to come inside out the cold. Mind you, at the time I knew little to nothing about cats, so I named her Seamus thinking it was probably a male cat. However, I soon discovered I was mistaken.
Then, came the Queen of the Clowder, if that’s even a thing. Well, Sophie is charge of feline activities at the house. If there’s ever a question about her authority. A quick swat and a short hiss clears things back up.
I will always remember my time with canine’s fondly, but right now Sophie and crew are keeping things interesting.
Mangus Khan 