i’m relatively new to the realm of cats. i added the gigantic orange cat, Huey Newton, to the family a couple of years ago – mostly to be a companion to my aging brown dog, Mr. Pickles.
The cat did not, however, sign on for that particular partnership arrangement.
But they co-exist nicely. Mr. P always wants to play. Huey wants nothing to do with this – except for rare moments of whimsy when he decides that it would be good fun to whack the sleeping dog in the nose and then run for cover.
i love them both. My relationship with each is quite different.
As i sat in my bedroom comfy chair a couple of days after getting my leg stitched up, the difference between cats and dogs became fairly obvious.
Mr. P wanted to lick my stitches. Make it all better.
Huey, on the other hand, decided that the strings sticking out of my shin bone would be big fun. Catastrophe avoided, as i started a new game of “Kitty Aviator” before he finished swatting at my embroidered leg with extended claws.
Heard this a few years ago, and believe it to be true.
If a dog had thumbs? He’d get you a beer.
If a cat had thumbs? He’d steal your car.
Note: Photos are approximate re-enactments. The stitches came out today, and my leg looks like a rather disgusting pile of fetid ground beef. i am only taking that wrapper off when absolutely necessary to re-pack the muck. There’s a reason i chose engineering over medicine…. Only have to do this for about a month. Blechhh.