Kukai
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Ya know...
If you're going to give me Stinky Goodness, you have to expect stinky farts. Don't complain when I'm sitting on your desk and let out a good one. It goes with the territory.
Kukai
Kukai
Friday, September 21, 2007
Formerly Feral Friday - Dharma
I figured this would be a good opportunity to introduce the newest member to our crazy household: Dharma
After Ayla passed over the Rainbow Bridge, Bear (my husband) and I went to the local shelter that was devoted to rescuing cats. Originally our plan was to adopt an older cat but I made the mistake of going into the "kitten room." We all know how that is, right?
That's when I saw this little girl. She was in a cage with three other cats but she was rubbing all over the cage door and looking at me saying "take me home please!" When I picked her up, I was able to hold her like a baby and rub her belly and she LOVED it. That sealed the deal with me.
She is approximately six months old and is a little lovey. She's also a big spaz. All she does for most of the day (and I mean about 20 hours a day) is run around the house, going up and down all the stairs, exploring, and getting into relative trouble. Loki is having a blast with his new best friend. It's funny seeing this five pound cat chasing the seventeen pound Maine Coon. Boo, Monkee, and Phoebe have also been playing with her. The only big holdout is Fizzy, who is a bit jealous, but even she seems to be slowly falling to the charms of this little one.
Oh and yes, the name is partially from the show "Dharma and Greg." We were actually driving past a store a couple of towns over called "Dharma's Gifts" (or something like that) when I said "hey, that would be a good name." It does fit because she is a free spirit. :)
And I'm sorry for taking so long to share about her. I was going to last week but I literally could not get a good picture of her since she is constantly on the move. Every time I thought I had a decent shot she would move before the camera clicked. This picture was a miracle since I just happened to be sitting at my desk at the time and she came up to look out the window.
After Ayla passed over the Rainbow Bridge, Bear (my husband) and I went to the local shelter that was devoted to rescuing cats. Originally our plan was to adopt an older cat but I made the mistake of going into the "kitten room." We all know how that is, right?
That's when I saw this little girl. She was in a cage with three other cats but she was rubbing all over the cage door and looking at me saying "take me home please!" When I picked her up, I was able to hold her like a baby and rub her belly and she LOVED it. That sealed the deal with me.
She is approximately six months old and is a little lovey. She's also a big spaz. All she does for most of the day (and I mean about 20 hours a day) is run around the house, going up and down all the stairs, exploring, and getting into relative trouble. Loki is having a blast with his new best friend. It's funny seeing this five pound cat chasing the seventeen pound Maine Coon. Boo, Monkee, and Phoebe have also been playing with her. The only big holdout is Fizzy, who is a bit jealous, but even she seems to be slowly falling to the charms of this little one.
Oh and yes, the name is partially from the show "Dharma and Greg." We were actually driving past a store a couple of towns over called "Dharma's Gifts" (or something like that) when I said "hey, that would be a good name." It does fit because she is a free spirit. :)
And I'm sorry for taking so long to share about her. I was going to last week but I literally could not get a good picture of her since she is constantly on the move. Every time I thought I had a decent shot she would move before the camera clicked. This picture was a miracle since I just happened to be sitting at my desk at the time and she came up to look out the window.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Etyomology of "Fuzzies"
You are probably wondering why I call my kitties "Fuzzies." Well, most likely you're not but just in case they are a few of you out there with the slightest bit of curiosity, I might as well sate it.
And yes, I do call kitties "Fuzzies." Make sure it's with a capital F. Why? Lower case means it's all cats. Upper case means my cats.
It started way back when I first rescued Ayla in 1990. For some reason, I had a lot of problems finding a suitable name for her. Sometimes you don't even have to look at the cat and the name will fit. In her case, I had a premonition it wouldn't be that easy. Until I could figure out what the "right" name was, I started calling her "fuzzy." Why? She wasn't long-haired but she wasn't short-haired either. She was...well...fuzzy.
Now at the time, I didn't want a cat named Fuzzy. No offense to those of you have cats named "Fuzzy," or "Snowball," or another simple, common name. This was back when I was one of those smug-assed college history students who could give her cat some kind of profound name like "Confucius" or "Augustus" or "Dante." One of those type names if you know what I mean.
It took two weeks before we agreed on a name. By this point I threw out almost every name I could think of and she would give me this "oh I don't think so" look. You know, the kind that if you do something the cat doesn't like she'll poop on your pillow type of look? The name we finally agreed on was Ayla. I had been reading the Clan of the Cave Bear at the time and the main character was smart and independent. When I said the name to her, she looked at me and said "that will work."
However, the name "fuzzy" just wouldn't go away. Until she passed on I would occasionally call her "Ayla-Fuzzy." She accepted it and I couldn't let go of it. After a while, the term "fuzzy" morphed into a generic label for all cats. Mine just got the upper case "F" 'cause they're special to me.
As for "Flock O' Fuzzies"? Well, what do you call a grouping of fuzzies? I've heard some strange ones over the years like a "gaggle of geese" or a "herd of cats." "Flock" seemed to go with fuzzies (upper case "f" on both for mine). Then, the "o'" just came with me being silly.
Hence, my little Flock o' Fuzzies.
And yes, I do call kitties "Fuzzies." Make sure it's with a capital F. Why? Lower case means it's all cats. Upper case means my cats.
It started way back when I first rescued Ayla in 1990. For some reason, I had a lot of problems finding a suitable name for her. Sometimes you don't even have to look at the cat and the name will fit. In her case, I had a premonition it wouldn't be that easy. Until I could figure out what the "right" name was, I started calling her "fuzzy." Why? She wasn't long-haired but she wasn't short-haired either. She was...well...fuzzy.
Now at the time, I didn't want a cat named Fuzzy. No offense to those of you have cats named "Fuzzy," or "Snowball," or another simple, common name. This was back when I was one of those smug-assed college history students who could give her cat some kind of profound name like "Confucius" or "Augustus" or "Dante." One of those type names if you know what I mean.
It took two weeks before we agreed on a name. By this point I threw out almost every name I could think of and she would give me this "oh I don't think so" look. You know, the kind that if you do something the cat doesn't like she'll poop on your pillow type of look? The name we finally agreed on was Ayla. I had been reading the Clan of the Cave Bear at the time and the main character was smart and independent. When I said the name to her, she looked at me and said "that will work."
However, the name "fuzzy" just wouldn't go away. Until she passed on I would occasionally call her "Ayla-Fuzzy." She accepted it and I couldn't let go of it. After a while, the term "fuzzy" morphed into a generic label for all cats. Mine just got the upper case "F" 'cause they're special to me.
As for "Flock O' Fuzzies"? Well, what do you call a grouping of fuzzies? I've heard some strange ones over the years like a "gaggle of geese" or a "herd of cats." "Flock" seemed to go with fuzzies (upper case "f" on both for mine). Then, the "o'" just came with me being silly.
Hence, my little Flock o' Fuzzies.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Gooodbye sweet girl
Yesterday, I realized it was Ayla's birthday. She would've been 17 years old yesterday.
99% of me is sure I made the right decision. It is never easy. This time had been especially tough. The tumor in her mouth not only had poked out of the skin but had ulcerated. She could barely open her mouth to eat. On the other hand, she still had a lot of spunk left in her. However, we were watching her die in front of us, a slow and painful death.
When we saw Dr. Bob on the 5th, he said she had only a week or two at most. We knew going in that this might be her last visit. She had lost another pound in the two weeks since we had seen him last and that's when we knew. I loved her so much and to see her face and the rest of her body get slowly and painfully eaten away by that disease was heartbreaking. Was giving her two weeks worth it? There was barely anything left of her physically, so who was I doing this for? Her or me? I knew I had no other choice to make.
She went so quickly. Dr. Bob had barely inserted the needle and I could feel her slipping away. It was like she was eager to join her old friend Xanadu who had crossed the Bridge so long ago. It also told me how truly sick she was. As her body relaxed I still see all the strain and pain work its way out of her face. Up until then I didn't know how much pain she had been in, but now I knew. Dr. Bob told me afterwards that I had made the right decision since she passed so quickly. I know I had but it still hurt.
I keep my favorite picture of her on my desk now in a place of honor. I still cry when I think about her and sometimes a trick of the eye makes me see her in her favorite spot: my pillow.
I will always miss you dear friend.
You were good to me through some of the toughest times of my life.
I hope I was able to return that favor to you.
I will always love you my sweet little grump.
Have fun with Xanadu, Moose, and Boo Boo.
Goodbye.
99% of me is sure I made the right decision. It is never easy. This time had been especially tough. The tumor in her mouth not only had poked out of the skin but had ulcerated. She could barely open her mouth to eat. On the other hand, she still had a lot of spunk left in her. However, we were watching her die in front of us, a slow and painful death.
When we saw Dr. Bob on the 5th, he said she had only a week or two at most. We knew going in that this might be her last visit. She had lost another pound in the two weeks since we had seen him last and that's when we knew. I loved her so much and to see her face and the rest of her body get slowly and painfully eaten away by that disease was heartbreaking. Was giving her two weeks worth it? There was barely anything left of her physically, so who was I doing this for? Her or me? I knew I had no other choice to make.
She went so quickly. Dr. Bob had barely inserted the needle and I could feel her slipping away. It was like she was eager to join her old friend Xanadu who had crossed the Bridge so long ago. It also told me how truly sick she was. As her body relaxed I still see all the strain and pain work its way out of her face. Up until then I didn't know how much pain she had been in, but now I knew. Dr. Bob told me afterwards that I had made the right decision since she passed so quickly. I know I had but it still hurt.
I keep my favorite picture of her on my desk now in a place of honor. I still cry when I think about her and sometimes a trick of the eye makes me see her in her favorite spot: my pillow.
I will always miss you dear friend.
You were good to me through some of the toughest times of my life.
I hope I was able to return that favor to you.
I will always love you my sweet little grump.
Have fun with Xanadu, Moose, and Boo Boo.
Goodbye.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Somebody Got in the Fireplace....
Whoever it was made a really big mess...
Could this dirty ear prove who it was?
Oh silly Loki with all the soot on your head. What am I going to do with you.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Outside Fuzzies
The other day I was lookin' out da window and guess what I saw? Other fuzzies! I wanted to go outside and play wif dem but da mommy said I couldn't. "Why not?" I asked. She said dat dey may have fleas and maybe some sickies. Da mommy said that she is feeding them and she's hoping to bring dem to da vets to get checked out. If dey are all healthy she'll bring dem inside and then I can play with dem! Yay! I would love some new friends.
Frankie
Frankie
Friday, June 15, 2007
A little scare
The Mom -
Last night I really wanted to spend some time with Ayla when I got home from work. I got her out of the laundry basket and put her on my pillow to lavishly give her attention. That's when I noticed blood dripping out of her mouth. Of course I freaked but the Dad reminded that the vet said this could happen. "Remember that he had to punch a hole in her jaw to get the biopsy." Ugh. I just picked her up and cuddled her and started crying. I know the Dad keeps telling me to prepare for the worst but why does this have to happen to her? She is such a good girl and has been one of the best companions. I just hate seeing her having to go through this sort of stuff. No she's not suffering but she had to endure the testing and surgery which can't be fun. I just want her to be happy and healthy.
The bleeding did stop. It really wasn't a lot. Just a few drops. I'm just glad she's taking this better than me. She was purring and enjoying all the pets and huggles. This just isn't fair.
Last night I really wanted to spend some time with Ayla when I got home from work. I got her out of the laundry basket and put her on my pillow to lavishly give her attention. That's when I noticed blood dripping out of her mouth. Of course I freaked but the Dad reminded that the vet said this could happen. "Remember that he had to punch a hole in her jaw to get the biopsy." Ugh. I just picked her up and cuddled her and started crying. I know the Dad keeps telling me to prepare for the worst but why does this have to happen to her? She is such a good girl and has been one of the best companions. I just hate seeing her having to go through this sort of stuff. No she's not suffering but she had to endure the testing and surgery which can't be fun. I just want her to be happy and healthy.
The bleeding did stop. It really wasn't a lot. Just a few drops. I'm just glad she's taking this better than me. She was purring and enjoying all the pets and huggles. This just isn't fair.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
We're Baaaaaack
The Mom -
Since things have been so hectic over the past school year, I've neglected this blog. What's worse? I forgot all the log in information for the other Flock O' Fuzzies blog so I had to recreate this one. *rolls eyes* Oh well.
As a lot of you know, Ayla (my little grumpy girl) was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma. It's a nasty type of skin cancer that has made her oral cavity home. Unfortunately it is malignant and there really isn't anything we can do. She is still snarky, proof of this was last night when she gave Frankie such a thwap that you could hear it 10 feet away. Her appetite comes and goes. Until today, she has been scarfing down quite a bit of Stinky Goodness. This morning, however, she barely touched it. That has me worried, as you can imagine.
We've decided the best recourse for the old girl is just to make her as comfortable as possible. When she is no longer her snarky self, that's when we'll make the tough decision. As long as she shows some enjoyment to life, we'll be happy.
Since things have been so hectic over the past school year, I've neglected this blog. What's worse? I forgot all the log in information for the other Flock O' Fuzzies blog so I had to recreate this one. *rolls eyes* Oh well.
As a lot of you know, Ayla (my little grumpy girl) was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma. It's a nasty type of skin cancer that has made her oral cavity home. Unfortunately it is malignant and there really isn't anything we can do. She is still snarky, proof of this was last night when she gave Frankie such a thwap that you could hear it 10 feet away. Her appetite comes and goes. Until today, she has been scarfing down quite a bit of Stinky Goodness. This morning, however, she barely touched it. That has me worried, as you can imagine.
We've decided the best recourse for the old girl is just to make her as comfortable as possible. When she is no longer her snarky self, that's when we'll make the tough decision. As long as she shows some enjoyment to life, we'll be happy.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Me Again
LOKI: Mommy has been going picture crazy again. I don't know why she is always pulling out the flashy thingie but this time she took a really really nice picture of me. See:
It was really nice and sunny and she said the light on me looks really nice. I likes this picture!
It was really nice and sunny and she said the light on me looks really nice. I likes this picture!
Friday, April 14, 2006
Happy Belated Purrthday
If you can believe it, the Doofi (Loki and Monkee) are already a year old. Their birthday was on April 3rd. I feel bad because I was so busy doing schoolwork that I completely missed it, but they have been getting enough attention to make up for it.
It is hard to believe that Loki is a year old. He's bigger than most cats already and he looks all grown up. However, he still has a lot of kitten in him. Lately, he has gotten into the habit of sprinting across the apartment with this wild look in his eyes, chittering away. He also still likes to attack Daddy's clothes when he's trying to get dressed. He's just a big baby. :)
It is hard to believe that Loki is a year old. He's bigger than most cats already and he looks all grown up. However, he still has a lot of kitten in him. Lately, he has gotten into the habit of sprinting across the apartment with this wild look in his eyes, chittering away. He also still likes to attack Daddy's clothes when he's trying to get dressed. He's just a big baby. :)
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Great Fuzzies
These past few weeks have been really hard on me. If you go to my main blog you can read all about it. One thing I do want to say is that I have the best kitties in the world. Even though I haven't been home much, the minute I do come home they still flock to me and meow out "MOMMY!!!" It's also comforting to know that if I'm feeling down or stressed out they'll either cuddle around me to make me feel better or do something completely nuts to make me laugh.
Surprisingly, Ayla has been nice during this whole period. No undo thwapping of Kukai or hissing at the Doofi. She's been hanging out in the laundry basket most of the day and then sleeps on my pillow at night. It's amazing how much her purring helps me sleep.
Kukai is finally getting over a nasty eye infection. I had to bring him to the vet a couple of weeks ago to take care of it. Now that the meds are over, he's back into the little vocal love bug that he normally is. It's amazing how much noise comes out of such a little cat.
Bomber has also become vocal. He has really started demanding pets when we're going to sleep at night. Not that I mind 'cause he is my comfort cat. I love falling asleep with my arm around him.
Bailey has been unusually cuddly. It's hard to imagine an 18lb Maine Coon wanting to curl up in my face but she does it. Luckily she's learned over the years how to not suffocate me. When I go to bed at night, she curls up between our pillows and lays her head against mine, most of the time cheek to cheek. It is very adorable.
If there was one cat whose presence is the most appreciated, it is Phoebe. This cat just extrudes pure happiness. All she wants to do is love and be loved. I come home at night and she's right there, reaching up for me to pick her up. Then she showers me with kisses and purrs. If that isn't a good stress reliever, I don't know what is. :)
Where Phoebe is mellow, Fizzy is a complete spaz. She is one of the ones who has made these past few weeks bareable through laughter. She gets these big eyes and her whole body starts twitching before she starts running like a maniac throughout the place. It's that look in her eyes that gets me every time.
The Doofi have also been major clowns. Loki is a big, dumb, loveable mush, while Monkee is too smart for his own good. I mean, how many cats do you know of that can open up the plastic containers where the food is kept? Those two are just huge troublemakers but I love them so much. :)
Surprisingly, Ayla has been nice during this whole period. No undo thwapping of Kukai or hissing at the Doofi. She's been hanging out in the laundry basket most of the day and then sleeps on my pillow at night. It's amazing how much her purring helps me sleep.
Kukai is finally getting over a nasty eye infection. I had to bring him to the vet a couple of weeks ago to take care of it. Now that the meds are over, he's back into the little vocal love bug that he normally is. It's amazing how much noise comes out of such a little cat.
Bomber has also become vocal. He has really started demanding pets when we're going to sleep at night. Not that I mind 'cause he is my comfort cat. I love falling asleep with my arm around him.
Bailey has been unusually cuddly. It's hard to imagine an 18lb Maine Coon wanting to curl up in my face but she does it. Luckily she's learned over the years how to not suffocate me. When I go to bed at night, she curls up between our pillows and lays her head against mine, most of the time cheek to cheek. It is very adorable.
If there was one cat whose presence is the most appreciated, it is Phoebe. This cat just extrudes pure happiness. All she wants to do is love and be loved. I come home at night and she's right there, reaching up for me to pick her up. Then she showers me with kisses and purrs. If that isn't a good stress reliever, I don't know what is. :)
Where Phoebe is mellow, Fizzy is a complete spaz. She is one of the ones who has made these past few weeks bareable through laughter. She gets these big eyes and her whole body starts twitching before she starts running like a maniac throughout the place. It's that look in her eyes that gets me every time.
The Doofi have also been major clowns. Loki is a big, dumb, loveable mush, while Monkee is too smart for his own good. I mean, how many cats do you know of that can open up the plastic containers where the food is kept? Those two are just huge troublemakers but I love them so much. :)
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Don't I look cute?
LOKI: I was just sitting there taking a nappy when the Mommy came in with her picture boxy thingie and tooks the picture of me. Don't I look cute!
I just hope she doesn't knows that I'm the one who took a bites out of the doughnut!
I just hope she doesn't knows that I'm the one who took a bites out of the doughnut!
Friday, February 24, 2006
Another one getting warm
While Kukai has officially claimed the cable box on top of the TV in the spare bedroom, I think Fizzy has claimed Darren's laptop. I know she loves to sleep on it because it's warm, but we have found her taking a snooze even when it wasn't on.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
I'm WARM!!!
KUKAI: It has been sooooo cold in the house and the Big Grumpy won't share her pillow any more. How is a kitty supposed to keep warm if he can't share warmth with other kitties? So I had to go find a new place to get warm. I used to sleep on top of Dad's monitor but Mommy took it and now there's no room on top of it 'cause she's got a shelf right above it and even though I'm really tiny, I still can't fit in there.
Last night, I was exploring around Dad's desk to try to find some place warm to sleep and looky what I found! I found out that on top of the teevee box is really really warm! Mommy says it's 'cause the cables box gets all hot and everything and I shouldn't really sleep up there but it's so nice and warm.
Oh ya, Mommy thought it was cute that I was sleeping up there and was able to get a picture of me while curling was on teevee box. I don't know what curling is but I really like the teevee box.
Last night, I was exploring around Dad's desk to try to find some place warm to sleep and looky what I found! I found out that on top of the teevee box is really really warm! Mommy says it's 'cause the cables box gets all hot and everything and I shouldn't really sleep up there but it's so nice and warm.
Oh ya, Mommy thought it was cute that I was sleeping up there and was able to get a picture of me while curling was on teevee box. I don't know what curling is but I really like the teevee box.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Ayla in the window
Today the weather is really beautiful so I opened up a bunch of windows to air out the apartment. When I opened the bedroom window, I noticed Ayla getting up and sniffing the air. She edged slowly towards the window and was about to jump in it when the Doofi beat her to it. I was so miffed. You see, I haven't seen Ayla voluntarily go into a window in well over a year. She tends to prefer lounging in the sunbeams on the bed. So, I kicked Monkee out of the window and put Ayla in his spot. She seemed so happy. Her eyesight isn't great but she was sniffing and enjoying all the scents. She didn't stay long but it was nice to see her enjoying an open window for the first time in a very, very long time.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
SNOW!!!
LOKI: Oooooh! We gots lots of da snow stuff today. I really wanted to go out and play in it 'cause it looked so cool, but Mommy said that I would get all wets and colds. It didn't look wets or colds but when Mommy went out to play in it with Daddy she DID come back all wets and colds. I don't think I woulda liked that. It was really, really neat watching it all fall though. I wonder where all those big white puffies come from?
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
It's working
Last week, the vet recommended that we put Ayla on Prednazone (I know I'm spelling it wrong but I'm too lazy to get up to look for the bottle hehe). It's amazing the changes we've seen in her look and her behavior. She is eating more which is the most important thing. When the vet told me that she was just above 8lbs, when she had been 13lbs in her prime, this really freaked me out. The only cat in my household who should normally be that tiny is Kukai but he's a little runt.
I've also noticed other things: she's cleaning herself more, reminding the other cats what their places are, and scutching (spelling?). It's an Italian word that nobody I know of knows how to spell correctly (and I used to live in the town the Sopranos filmed in LOL). When she wants something, she gets very vocal to demand it. If that doesn't work, she'll get physical. For example, if I have a piece of cheese, she'll howl at me that she wants some. If I don't give it to her, she'll literally grab my hand with her paw and pull the cheese towards her, as if saying "well if you're not going to give it to me...." I'm just happy to see her back to her old behavior.
I've also noticed other things: she's cleaning herself more, reminding the other cats what their places are, and scutching (spelling?). It's an Italian word that nobody I know of knows how to spell correctly (and I used to live in the town the Sopranos filmed in LOL). When she wants something, she gets very vocal to demand it. If that doesn't work, she'll get physical. For example, if I have a piece of cheese, she'll howl at me that she wants some. If I don't give it to her, she'll literally grab my hand with her paw and pull the cheese towards her, as if saying "well if you're not going to give it to me...." I'm just happy to see her back to her old behavior.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Function of Cats
"Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function."-- Unknown
I saw this quote today and at first I was going to agree with it. With the aloof nature of cats, one can wonder "well what is its function?" Then, Monkee came up to me with a little trill in his voice going "mommy!" That's when I said, yes cats do have a function: special companions for humans.
Over the years I've met a lot of people who said "oh I hate cats," but I doubt that they've actually took the time to understand the role of the cat. Once you get past this detached veneer, they really are the ideal companion. Unlike dogs, cats are much more independent. Yes, dogs are fun, cute, and great pets. I plan on having one in the future. But their whole purpose in life is to make their humans happy. If the humans are happy, the puppies are happy. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this.
Cats, on the other hand, aren't that outward in their purpose. My Ayla is a perfect example. This is the grouchiest, grumpiest cat you'll ever meet. You even look at her the wrong way, she'll give you this snarky "what the %$#& are you looking at?" sort of look. But, and she'll never admit this, she can be the most loveable cat. She has that facade of being a grump, but for the people she loves she's willing to put it down.
What am I trying to say? To me, getting love and affection from cats is special to me. While a dog will give kisses to practically everybody, I know my cats are only willing to share their affection to a select few and that makes me feel special. Does that make sense?
Then again, Phoebe loves everybody and everything. She's more like a dog than any other cat I've ever met.
I saw this quote today and at first I was going to agree with it. With the aloof nature of cats, one can wonder "well what is its function?" Then, Monkee came up to me with a little trill in his voice going "mommy!" That's when I said, yes cats do have a function: special companions for humans.
Over the years I've met a lot of people who said "oh I hate cats," but I doubt that they've actually took the time to understand the role of the cat. Once you get past this detached veneer, they really are the ideal companion. Unlike dogs, cats are much more independent. Yes, dogs are fun, cute, and great pets. I plan on having one in the future. But their whole purpose in life is to make their humans happy. If the humans are happy, the puppies are happy. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this.
Cats, on the other hand, aren't that outward in their purpose. My Ayla is a perfect example. This is the grouchiest, grumpiest cat you'll ever meet. You even look at her the wrong way, she'll give you this snarky "what the %$#& are you looking at?" sort of look. But, and she'll never admit this, she can be the most loveable cat. She has that facade of being a grump, but for the people she loves she's willing to put it down.
What am I trying to say? To me, getting love and affection from cats is special to me. While a dog will give kisses to practically everybody, I know my cats are only willing to share their affection to a select few and that makes me feel special. Does that make sense?
Then again, Phoebe loves everybody and everything. She's more like a dog than any other cat I've ever met.
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