I prefer cats. There, I said it. Yes, I’ve heard every euphemism and entendre you could possibly throw at me, but I don’t care.
Why, may you ask? To me, it’s simple. I’m an independent creature. I don’t deal well with neediness and dependency. It smothers me like a fire blanket, and I feel trapped. Dogs give me that same feeling. Love doggos but they’re too needy.
Cats’ independence and DGAF attitude resonates well with my own. Where a dog would love you for simply existing, a cat’s love and trust is earned. And it’s easily lost. So once you’ve won them over, you’ve done something to have that admiration in your life.
My main squeeze is Tyson. Born sometime early-December 2016, he had a serious eye infection caused by Chlamydia (same family as the human one, but different cause - get your mind out of the gutter). Once it had healed, he was left permanently cross-eyed which is adorable.
Tyson, in all his glory
I’ve also looked after and fostered many cats over the years, and will continue to do so while I can. They bring a lot of joy to my life, and seeing Tyson teach abandonded kittens how to cat is heart-meltingly gorgeous.
Toby, a glorious cat-devil, admiring his fiefdom
Lily, one of the fosters, became quite attached to Cat Daddy Tyson