Friday 21 March 2008

Cats rule

If you are a cat owner (or to a lesser extent a dog owner) you will know who is really in charge in your house. Be under no illusion, it isn't you.

All my life I have lived with dogs. My parents bought their first dog (Lucy, a labrador) when I was a few months old and we grew up together. As Lucy got older we got another labrador, Leo. After Leo my parents lasted a few months with no dog, and then came Dodie (part lurcher part something else) - and a few months after that they decided that Dodie was lonely, enter Joe (part collie part something else). Some years later when I moved back home for a brief spell Joe and Dodie were joined by my dog Jack (part bearded collie part something else). When I moved away again Jack stayed behind with his new friends.

When I moved in with Rich and my nearly-mother-in-law there were no dogs. Only cats. I'd never really know any cats before (unless you count the bad tempered tabby who lived next door to us when I was growing up). I soon discovered that cats are nothing like dogs. Below I found a few quotes which illustrate my point:
  • You can keep a dog; but it is the cat who keeps people, because cats find humans useful domestic animals. (George Mikes)
  • Dogs come when they're called. Cats take a message and get back to you. (Mary Bly)
  • Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God. (Unknown)
The last one leads me to another favourite cat quote:
  • In ancient Egypt cats were worshipped as Gods. Cats have never forgotten this. (Unknown)
And finally:
  • Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want. (Joseph Wood Krutch)
The reason for these musings is my cat Molly. I woke up early this morning (thanks to the inclement weather outside, comprising strong winds, driving rain and thunder). I turned on the computer and was pottering around when I thought I hear "miaow". I waited a moment, there it was again. So I went to the door, and looked out into the hall. There was Molly, sitting in the middle of the staircase, shouting. I think that the stormy weather was unsettling her, as I brought her in with me and she settled down quite happily to look out of the window... only about an hour and a half later did she decided that, actually, she'd like breakfast now.

This is how Molly is. We humans are there to provide her with what she wants, when she wants. If she doesn't get it she'll sit and glare and attempt (by the use of feline mind control) to change your mind.