While I’m not intending to reignite my (finally) latent feud with Duane, I can’t help but find some irony within his latest post — though there’s nothing funny about his threat to euthanize a cat that’s terrorizing his pooch (now who’s the pussy?)
I actually like dogs … but I adore cats. When I was younger my family owned a big, strapping German Shepherd who was completely intimidated by our big, strapping orange tabby. I’d feed the dog his nightly rations, and before he could ingest "Kitty" would cooly walk over, slap the dog on its nose and take a few bites from the canine’s morsels. Despite holding a significant weight advantage, the shepherd would cower in the corner, waiting for permission to eat.
Damn I loved that cat.
It’s all in the genes, at least in my case. After I took care of a friend’s dog recently, I casually mentioned to my dad how much I enjoyed the pup’s company. I might as well have told him I’d become a Buddhist: "You still like cats better, don’t you?"
Always, father. Dogs are nice, but cats are the king of the jungle.