This is a picture of Chewy and Cookie, who is a tailless cat. (She was born that way, being part Manx.) Cookie likes to climb very high places and has given us some great laughs.
This is Moose. I really miss him. He used to purr and knead my hurt shoulder every night with his "happy feet" or would that be his "hands" since he used his front paws? His low, rumbling purr soothed my tense nerves after a long day--and--neither he nor any or of our other cats ever ate a whole coffee cake then barfed it up everywhere--ahem--but, admittedly, chicken never was safe around them, and don't get me started on tuna. Open up a can of that, and the cats come from the far reaches of the house to circle our feet, meowing as if the world were ending.
When the cats hear the sound our my husband's truck's engine as he pulls up, they jump off the couch or come running from the back room and greet him at the front door. Mozart used to jump over furniture--no wait, he did that when I opened up a can of tuna. At any rate, Mozart was another winner.
When I practice piano, Cookie likes to walk across the keyboard. She has written many songs that way. When she does that while I'm typing up one of my stories at the computer though, some pretty funky stuff comes out. I still don't know what keeeeeeooollllld,,,lss means. Some weird kind of cat language?
Cats are so easy to take care of, and we don't have to walk them, though our neighbor walks her cat. The cat is so trained, she doesn't even need a leash.
So, Lisa, explain to me why dogs are better than cats? I have given thee challenge.