When it comes right down to it, no matter how much you might love all animals, you’re either a dog person or a cat person.
(Of course, if you didn’t grow up with pets, it may be a mystery to you why anyone would want to share their home with animals of any kind. Isn’t it bad enough that spiders get in sometimes? Why bring in critters on purpose?)
Today I’m outing myself as a … drum roll, please … dog person.
No, I don’t hate cats. In fact I always stop and pet them when I’m out for a walk in the neighborhood.
And I once had the best cat EVER.
But you know what made him the best cat EVER? He was like a dog.
Sealy was Mike’s cat, but when we moved in together, it quickly became “Mike and Me, and Sealy Makes Three.” We were a happy family for many years.
Sealy was a calm, affectionate, cuddly ball of awesome. I could pick him up and hold him upside-down, cut his toenails any old time, rub his tummy and sleep with him tucked in the crook of my arm all night.
When we moved, he didn’t spend a single minute hiding under the furniture in our new home. He was checking everything out, confident and calm as can be. That was Sealy.
And loving? Don’t get me started.
It’s been many years since he passed and we still miss him. Probably always will.
That cat was definitely a dog in a previous life. He had all the canine qualities I describe in this week’s post:
What about you? Dog person? Cat person? Or none of the above?
My mom likes pigs. Nobody knows why.
What’s your favorite therapy animal?