I had a favorite cat. His name was Dakota. He was jet black. He had moods. He kept the other cats in line. He would sit on his chair, and look at what the other cats were doing. Eventually, he would get mad enough (you could see it in his expressions) to step off the chair, walk up to the one he was offended the most by, and violently whip them. Then he would saunter back to his chair. He had an aura about him. He was the man of the house. He died of congestive heart failure at a relatively young age. I sure do miss him.
We have 3 cats, and a gigantic dumb dog. Our dog only really ever cares about ball. I think it is her mental “smallness” that bugs me. It could be 2 a.m. and snowing, and she wants to fetch the ball. Idiot.
Anyway, if you don’t like either, feel free to explain why! I expect cat and dog stories! Participation required!
Note: If you have not watched the “Simon’s Cat” episodes on youtube, get the heck over there now, and watch them!