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Cats and dogs~

“Cats rule, dogs drool,” meowed Sassy, the cat in Homeward Bound. Sassy was a bit of a prima donna, but despite her annoying prissiness, I agreed with her comment and its implication. Cats are cool.

I’ve had both cats and dogs for pets, but if I had to pick one over the other it would be a cat. Today when I left the house to meet up with my friend Lisa, my cat was snoozing on the couch—food and water in her bowl, litter box clean, ready and waiting. How easy is that?




I picked Lisa up, and after a quick lunch, we planned to wander in the Blue Hills with our cameras, not minding that we’d likely get more exercise than photos on this late November day when the only color was in the sky.

For all the families that came to hike the trails, leaving sleeping cats at home, just as many brought their dogs. All kinds, large and small, mutt or purebred, singles or in pairs, scampered alongside their masters in the unseasonably warm sunshine. It was dog’s day out.




Dogs are like grandchildren. They are adorable, funny, smart, and full of surprises. And if they get a bit carried away with their jumping, and licking, and heavy breathing, well, fine. They don’t live with me. I can go home and relax with my cat. Which is just what I did.

But it did occur to me that dogs make such good companions on days like these, a little friend to share a walk with. It would be nice to have one. But cats are keepers of the hearth, ever ready to curl up on your lap and purr a welcome home. And for me, that’s just a bit nicer.

Maybe I just need a granddog.



~~~~~
Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow. ~Jeff Valdez

Comments

Ross Eldridge said…
Hi there, Ruth!

I love this. I've had mostly dogs in my life (Cailean is #7 ... I almost called him Septimus), but I had my wonderful cat, Pudding, for 19 years.

One can get a small dog to curl up on one's lap at home for hours ... purring in its own way ... But a good deal of exercise MUST come first. Tire the tyke out!

I'm waiting for the weather to ease a bit to take Cailean out today ... Howling gales, sleet and the temperature is dropping still. Supposed to be -5C by evening, snow likely by Wednesday. Neither Cailean nor I like walking about in this weather, even though we both have winter overcoats.

Brilliant idea the "granddog"!

I celebrated "Thanksgiving" this year ... sort of. Happened that 5 of us went off to a country pub, The Cook and Barker, and all ate well ... No sign on the door that it was Thanksgiving, but one felt awfully grateful to be in a warm, charming old inn, and with friends, on a wintry day.

And ... soon ... Christmas.

We woof you a merry ...

R & C
Unknown said…
I had so much fun on our little adventure yesterday, Ruth! Your pictures of the dogs came out so great (way better than mine)! :-) Talking to the people with their dogs was a big highlight of the day for me.

When I went to facebook today I saw that my brother and his girlfriend are getting a yellow lab puppy. I am so jealous. But they sure do have their work cut out for them!
Pauline said…
I'm a cat person, too. I have my grandcat living with me and get to share all the farm cats next door. I like dogs but I love cats!
Bob Sanchez said…
After having dogs for a quarter century and then cats for five years, I've got to say I like dogs more from a distance. They're wonderful creatures but too needy. Our two cats are clean and quiet, and they allow us to live with them. I like their attitude.

Bob Sanchez
http://bobsanchez1.blogspot.com
edward said…
i am very nice, loyal, clean, and self reliant. i love my humans.

and my word verification is:

Micesse ! i am taking a picture of it!
Michelle said…
I don't have cats or dogs. The hubster would love to have one but we are just gone way too much. Dogs are pretty cute and snuggly!

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