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Cats, a man's best friend.
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My cat is sitting on the chair next to me, watching me type away.
I live in a family of four, we have one cat and one dog. The reason eludes me, but the cat, Sappho, has always been very close to me, while the dog has been distant. When people talk about dogs being a man's best friend, it always confuses me: my dog shows little regard for humans, with his tendency to deposite enough hair in a week to render most of the carpets invisible, his constant desire for food - more often than not my food - and his unescapable need to empty his bowels every day, which one of us or all of us must bear witness to on his daily walks. When he begs for food, half of the time he decides it smelled nicer than it tastes, and he coughs it up onto the floor. When he wants to leave a room, he doesn't even attempt to open the door when it is already slightly ajar. And when we are in close proximity, I normally end up with a sticky coating of saliva on my trousers.
Having a dog - or more specifically, having my dog - meets none of the prerequisites of a friendship.
Sappho, on the other hand, is the most dedicated friend I could hope for. She keeps me company when I'm alone, the end of my bed has become some kind of permanent home for her, and she doesn't smell of dog food (or cat food). Sappho can take care of herself; she regularly catches mice, she defends her territory; she keeps the dog away from all of the black clothing in my room, to which his shiny grey hair seems most attracted. Watching cats wash themselves is supposed to calm a person down; and judging by my cat's level of hygiene, I have her to thank for delaying any impending heart attack from fatty foods and stress.
Sometimes I think when she miaows I can almost understand what she is trying to say, be it food, space or attention; the dog, on the other hand, I can understand perfectly. He doesn't bark, he only sighs, obviously depressed with his relatively low position in the figurative food chain.
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Well, obviously I can't speak for your dog, but that's a pretty bad generalisation. I've met a lot of cats and dogs in my time, especially working in a kennel/cattery, and my vast numbers of animal-loving relatives, and it was MUCH (and I mean much) more common to meet an aggressive and unfriendly cat than it was to meet an unfriendly dog - I came away each week with several cat scratches and bites, and never once was bitten or scratched by a dog. My dog is trained (by myself), she is very obedient, she too has a medical condition where her medication causes her to lose a lot of hair, but I don't mind at all. She quite frequently sleeps on my bed, but never goes up without permission. She can open doors by herself, and most of all, she is always really happy to see me. This is something I rarely see with cats. Sure, they can show affection, but never in the same league as a friendly dog can.
Also, dogs are much more predictable. They're less temperamental, they stay off the tables (if well trained at least), and they're always around. Cats are only around when they need to be around. At the end of the day, my dog makes a better 'friend' than a cat ever could. She is always here, she doesn't just turn up when she wants something, and she is always happy to see me, and makes it clear that she is.
Richard speaks the truth.
What was with that "dog" comment earlier?!
That was Daniel's dog, 'Shiloh'. He deleted it because he was scared.
It was a credibility liability. -_-
I would be scared too if my dog was capable of using a computer.