I don’t really have anything against cats, I’ve been owned by more than a few of the furry felines in my career as pet owner and would be expert of all things pertaining to our four-footed family members.
The problem with cats is that while some of them have been quite fond of me, and had, in their own way, a sort of begrudging and even benevolent affection for me, for the most part, cats have a rather appalling disregard for anyone’s welfare and comfort but their own.
That being said, I suppose you have to hold a grudging admiration for any creature so intent on his own wellbeing that he can make a life’s work out of having things run pretty much according to his own schedule.
They can’t help themselves really. Cats are simply wired to plug into comfort and most make a life’s work out of attaining that comfort and yes of the pesky business of making the humans in their small worlds do a better job of meeting their needs.
Dogs, on the other hand, are just the opposite. Every dog I’ve owned (and yes, our dogs are quite happy with that arrangement) was so completely besotted with me it was almost embarrassing. Oh but so much better for my ego than my cat’s cool ability to totally ignore the vast majority of my wishes and desires.
My dogs have waited for my return home with bated breath and wagging tails, like children full of such an endearing foolishly joyful merriment when they see me walk through the door, be my absence long or laughably short.
The cats in my career have regarded my return from afar with a mixture of irritation and mild feline pleasure. Irritation over the fact that things have not been going quite as smoothly in my absence as they would have preferred and the feline pleasure because the dispenser of all things fish flavored has at long last returned to her post.
My dogs have been exceeding grateful for even a careless caress or hurried pat. My cats disdained most of my offered affections for the most part unless I found that itchy spot behind their ears and then they purred with catlike bliss.
Lest I sound like I don’t like cats, let me back up a bit. There’s something wonderfully comfortable about a cozy cat snug on the rug by the fire, ah those magnets of all creature comforts. I guess we have to admire anything so unabashedly self-involved and focused on their own needs. Perhaps we need a balance to that sometimes overwhelming love and affection our dogs bestow.
Our dogs worship us, but our cats keep us humble.
It’s probably a good thing they can’t talk, or if they can, that we can’t hear what they’re saying.