A. Catherine Noon here, wishing you a Happy Valentine’s Day. I’m here to talk to you about puppy love.
No, really. I love puppies.
I particularly love curling up on the couch with a kitten on my chest; my cat Nadya spent most of her kittenhood inside my pajama top.
I know it’s a common question – are you a dog person or a cat person? Me, I’m a switch. I used to be more of a dog person. I mean, I was in 4-H (a youth service club) and took two different dogs through their obedience program. Dogs made sense to me. Pack structure, hierarchy, all that jazz. So I figured, how hard could cats be? My cat, growing up, was an adult by the time I was old enough to pay attention, so I’d never been around kittens.
Talk about a trial by fire.
My first two cats as an adult were Seryozha and Marina, brother and sister. Seryozha did nothing like a dog. My favorite illustration of this is his fascination with my bath scrunchie. I was in the tub and he started playing with it. He rolled onto his back and tried to “eviscerate” it with his hind claws. I told him sharply, “No!” He jumped up, stared at me in surprise, and I thought finally!, I’ve figured it out!
Then he picked up the scrunchie and ran out of the room with it. Clearly the message was, “Oh, you don’t want to watch me kill it! Sorry! I’ll do it in the other room then.”
What about you, Dear Reader? Dog or cat?
– E.E. Cummings
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