Warning: This post Contains some strong language. Not much and it's more brawny than strong. But you'll forgive me, because that's what our God does. It's His nature, and it should be ours, as well.
I've always been a dog guy. It's not that I hate cats, they're cool in their oddly retarded way, but I'm a dog guy by nature. There is a photo of me in diapers pushing Mr. Salty pretzels up our dog, Duke's nose. Duke was understanding and entertaining, which is one of the multitasking talents of dogs which put me in their camp. Duke would sit patiently as I pushed the pretzel nearly half its length into his nostril before turning his head and blasting it like an edible projectile from his nose with a snort. This feat was rewarded by my uproarious laughter and a reloading of his nose. This canine awesomeness went on for hours. Although I have no recollection of the event, the one thing I am certain of is no cat would have tolerated my behavior, not for an instant. Most cats can't stomach me as an adult, and surely not as a toddler... which aside from size is still the essence of my being.
In spite of my doggy disposition, I met a kitten that I adopted as a special needs child. Honestly, I had no intention of doing any such foolish thing, but my girlfriend decided that we would, and you understand how this became my decision as well. It wasn't much of a kitten to speak of, more of a pathetic mewing sliver of dark hair. It had the misfortune of being the runt of the litter, and then rejected by it's mother. Tabitha, my girlfriend, had a mothering instinct disproportionate to her available time, hence the furry whelp became my collateral responsibility. Not old enough to have been weaned from its mother, I improvised a feeding teat using surgical gloves. While effective, latex lacks the puncture resistance natural tits enjoy, so the stench of sour Similac became my constant companion and a regular feature of my wardrobe. During those feedings I found myself not totally loathing the little beast.
What seemed years, but now I recognize as weeks, the kitty was on solid food and I was commensurately less smelly to boot. A win-win for me and my increasingly less loathsome feline friend.
Did I say, "friend"? Wow! But... I'm a dog guy. I am ambivalent towards all cat kind. Well, all cat kind less one, our little... uh. He didn't have a name. We, being Tabby, myself, and the kitten, had tried on a few names from time to time; Jen, Ninja, Snooker, Smoker, and a handful of others that stuck to the kitty as well as they have to my memory. None of them fit the furry one. It seemed a lost cause as one moniker after another came with great potential, but lost it's appeal like a bowl of milk swollen cereal neglected for hours.
At night the nameless creature in the furry black pajamas would crawl onto my chest and nuzzle it's tiny head under my chin. As I lay drifting off into another fitful pornographic dream... Out came razor sharp talons digging deeply into the tender flesh of my chest, plowing bloody furrows faster than the larger, more predatory cousins in the cat family. In howling pain I launched the claw bearing demon across the room and into a closet where it disappeared from view into a knee deep pile of clothing mixed with sex toys that Tabby would occasionally disappear into while getting dressed. My scream was punctuated by the explitive, "Lucifurry!" Simultaneously, the cat was named and I was converted once and for all to the dominion of dogs.
Yeah, I'm a dog man because dogs are loyal, trustworthy, and make great pretzel cannons. Cats, none of the above. Dependability, loyalty, and a willingness to" go the road" no matter how rocky, muddy, or misleadingly treacherous that road may be, are exclusively dog qualities which are mutually exclusive to the cat.
I believe that all my friends fall neatly into two classifications; dogs or cats. Although, both my occasionally pee on the carpet, the dog will feel guilt, remorse, and frankly so God damn sorry they will sit in the corner and look pathetic and lonesome until you offer forgiveness in the form of a skritch behind the ears. Then, all is well with the world and everyone in it.
The vile cat giving your carpet a liberal dousing of ammonia laced urine will demonstrate its disdain for the rest of your home decor by shredding it to threads.
You can love a cat, feed it, brush it, buy it all kinds of expensive toys, and gourmet food (as if there are cat gourmet chefs) that a third of the planet's human population would kill for... but without warning, without reason, or maybe just for fun, the cat will claw the shit out of you. That's the permanent asshole nature of the cat. It cannot be removed.
Oh sure, the cat my offer its regards once in a while by dropping an equally shredded bird carcass at your feet. But the dog, he'll show you he fricken’ loves you by dropping a slobber marinated cat corpse at your feet. The enemy of my enemy is this man’s best friend.
Uhh…
Aww... He'll even settle for man's second best friend!
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I said, most friends can be placed in either Dog or Cat categories,
and here's the point of this pointless penning...
Keep your Dogs and Lose your Cats.
Your
life will be better for it.
