(All images from the Long Beach Quilt Festival last weekend)
Let me just start out by saying I’m a cat person. Or I would be if my allergies would allow it. I’d probably be one of those women with too many cats. But the universe has either played a cruel trick by handing me a diva of an immune system, or saved me – because if I had all those cats you could win money on the odds I’d never get a date again.
I don’t get the dog thing. Well, I get it… I can see that other people like dogs as much as I like cats. They like colors I don’t like too, so really, vive la difference! But really…
One of the best things about cats is their relative self-sufficiency. No walking required. No trips to the groomers because they smell like fetid camels. No running them outside at awkward times in freezing climes for a pee. No whining. No BARKING.
The blind loyalty of a dog confounds me. You’ve been gone all day, and the dog is sooooooo happy to see you, and forgives you for ignoring them and is just so EXCITED! So excited it has to stick a cold nose right up in your ladybits! Without at least dinner and a movie first!
Cats, on the other hand play it far more cool. You again, eh? Huh. Well, I wasn’t keen on being home alone all day so I just want to let you know I threw up in your shoes. And I might have shredded the couch a bit. But we’re all good… I might let you pet me once I’ve eaten. And no… not that stale stuff that’s been in the fridge. A fresh can if you please.
I mean I might not like the attitude (cat-titude?) but I really respect the discernment.
The other thing that’s wonderful about cats is purring. An instant feedback mechanism for if you’re petting the proper way. Do it right, and the V8 hums along. Do it wrong, the motor stops, and you might get a quick swipe with the needle claws. See… feedback. Punishment and reward. Keeps you on track.
Every time I pet a dog I miss the purr. I get the roll-over-pet-my-belly-right-here-oh-god-yes-right-there part of the dog. By really, touching them just about anywhere will get you drooling devotion. I will, however, give dogs the points for the thump-spot. It’s funny to see the reflexive foot jerking. Even cats laugh at it.
It’s not that I’m rabidly anti-dog. There are a few dogs I think are cool… not that I would ever let on to that in front of them. I live in a house that has a dog, and I take great delight in saying the most seriously screwed up stuff to her in the sweetest voice when I’m petting her.
But really… I’m a cat person.