It’s been a while since I made a confession here. People like confessions. That might be why my most popular post ever was this one. So here it is.
I am not a cat person. What is that I hear? It is the sound of thousands of people running screaming to the “unfollow”button. It might be my neighbor actually screaming. She has a problem.. But there you have it. I’m not a cat person. I am a dog person. Dogs come in all shapes and sizes and are bred with an actual purpose in life. Golden Retrievers hunt, Rottweilers drove cattle to market, Schnauzers were ratters. Cats all look relatively the same, and they have the work ethic of a salted slug. Cats are fine, but I am not a cat person. Because reasons.
Cats are self-absorbed.
They never let you forget that they are number one in their book.
Cats are entitled.
They take what they want, even if it’s yours. Food, furniture, the good spot on the bed. It’s all theirs.
Cats are lazy.
They will rub your nose in it every chance they get that you have to earn a living, and they do not.
Cats are destructive.
They will tear your heart into tiny pieces when it’s time for them to leave you.