Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Why dogs are better than cats

        Hello everyone! I am Laura's sister Lisa. I would like to dispute her claim that cats are better than dogs.
First of all, you don't have to work for a dog's affections like you would a cat. Let me tell you a couple of cat stories that may help you change your mind about them. Before I moved out of state with my now husband, I had a roommate who owned a cat. Sure on the surface, he seemed like a quiet gentle cat. He reminded me of
the old "Morris the cat" who was on all those cat commercials. But come 2:00 a.m. every morning, that cat would run around the living room in a wild crazed frenzy like he was on speed. Scratching the furniture, bumping into the doors, and bouncing off the couch. Me in my sleepy haze would have to get up and try to calm him. My roommate had a high powered machine gun water pistol and told me to use it on him. I thought that was a bit cruel and chose not to go down that path. So needless to say, I lost quite a bit of sleep the four months we lived together.
   Oh, I will never forget the time I was visiting my Aunt in Michigan, and we were running errands all day. I was extremely hungry and craving White Castle hamburgers because I can't get them where I live. We bought several White Castles and went back to her house so I could devour the heavenly little things. I placed the little sliders on my plate (while salivating), and proceeded to grab one of them to put in my mouth, and out of the blue, this tiny little creature you call a cat, jumped into my lap at lightning speed and grabbed my burger out of my hand and disappeared like the wind.
   Now my dog wouldn't even dream of making such an attempt. I can honestly say I have the best dog on this planet! I adopted him from a wonderful organization in Barrington Illinois. This shelter will dedicate all their resources to their dobermans. Even if a doberman has a few months to live, just to give them what time they have left more comfortable, they will raise whatever funds to do that.
  Quigley is his name, and when I first laid eyes on him, I knew he would be coming home with us. He was emaciated, depressed, and scared. But I can't explain why I felt that way. It was in my gut. I told my husband, "lets give him a happy retirement". He agreed, and now, almost five years later, we have had no regrets. My dog is also potty trained. When he has to go, he gingerly approaches you and sticks his face in yours and just stares until you get up to take him. He is very quiet and very calm. He walks well on a leash (unless he sees a squirrel or cat). He's very loyal and very protective. He rides like a prince in the car. But I must say, when ever we go out, he thinks every drive-up window is a milk bone dispenser. I have to bring a few in my purse to fool him. Our local bank started this behavior because he receives huge milk bones during our visits. I did bring him inside the bank to visit the ladies one day. He was an angel.
  But back to cats.......like I said most of them have their heads up their....well you know. You go to give them affection and they run from you like you have a contagious disease or something. Oh and whenever you walk into a house of someone who owns a cat, you can always tell by the smell of the cat box. I don't care how clean you are, you can always tell. I also hear cats are finicky. What's that all about. I have no trouble feeding my dog pretty much the same foods, and he never complains or refuses food. I also hear that cats don't enjoy baths. What, do they have some kind of external cleaning apparatus on their bodies? Let me tell you, after a cat has been carousing around the neighborhood and brings you back a poor dead bird or mouse or something, would you want to pick them up and kiss them for their gift that they just bestowed on you? Not to mention, let the dirty little critter into the house and sit on your furniture?
   Oh yeah, they wash themselves, and after a period of time, the fur accumulates in the GI tract, and within time, will make its way back up through the esophagus and out of the mouth and onto your floor (not a party I want to be at). How wonderful!  Good cat, good.
  Here is a picture of my beautiful boy.



  1. Whew, Lisa, you're a great debater! But could it be you're a dog person because you're allergic to cats? lol.
    Ah, to heck with it. Let's both just get hamsters. :)

  2. I think you just haven't met the right cats, Lisa. Like Zoe. She's just of a lot higher class than some of the cats you mentioned.

    And yes, she can be a little bit of a snob (elitist?), but I think that's why I love her even more.