‘Catually’ I’m a Dog Person

Dear Friends,
I’m a dog person. Why? I grew up with dogs. Our first family dog was a beautiful German Shepherd named Tima. I remember Tima well. I can still picture the little, black Shepherd pup being released from my father’s firm grasp. Since my first childhood dog, I’ve been proud friend to Rosie, Pudkin, Chama and now Rocky – all Shepherds – all special.

I was nine when I had my first “close encounter” with a cat. I befriended a mysterious grey cat I’d discovered slinking around the park down the street from my house. I assumed she was homeless. I can’t remember why. This gold-eyed feline seemed so very alien to me. The way she moved and the way she stared at me, so unlike a dog. I could always tell what dogs were thinking. This cat wouldn’t tell me anything she didn’t want me to know. I started bringing her a bowl of milk every morning. Then one day I tried petting the grey cat’s head. She nipped my finger and ran away. I never saw her again.

I eventually did manage adopting a cat when I was in my twenties. I was renting a house with several roommates, one of whom was my younger sister. Mimi was a sweet black cat with stubby legs. Mimi behaved like a dog. She came running whenever you called her name. My sister kept Mimi when I moved from the house. Mimi went on to live many long wonderful years, outliving all my dogs. To this day, whenever a black cat crosses my path, I smile.
Striped Cat

So here’s to dogs and to cats – hoping many of these beautiful creatures find warmth and comfort this holiday season.

Thank you. May you dream of hypnotic cats and slumbering dogs…
Cat Stripes created a few weeks ago after feeding the dogs.


18 thoughts on “‘Catually’ I’m a Dog Person

  1. I am a cat person, having grown up with my Daddy who felt if your yard wasn’t big enough to not have to clean up after your dog, you didn’t have room for one. I got my first dog shortly after my first divorce, the only white woman in the barrio and feeling a need for protection. I think he practically opened the door for the burglars (they actually came in through the dog door). Over the years I have had several precious dogs, but none claimed my heart the way my multitudes of cats have. That being said, I now share my daughter’s home with the world’s most wonderful lab mix, and cannot imagine life without him. Take care, my friend. – Fawn


    • lol ‘cat-burglar’ enters through the doggie-door 😉 (although if this really took place, I’m sure it wasn’t humorous at the time) Thank you for sharing your wonderful story. Cats can be quite wonderful company and as heart-warming as any papered pooch…
      Hope you had a wonderful holiday.
      AnnMarie 🙂


  2. Oh, AnnMarie, I, too, hope all cats and dogs find warmth, comfort — and homes — this holiday season. I’m so glad you opened your heart to the feline species, but I wouldn’t have expected anything less from you; you are a friend to all (even snakes). I was always a “cat person” — until Charlie came into our lives (and then, Millie). Now, I’m a cat-dog lover! Cat Stripes is a gorgeous drawing; the stripes and claws are visually tactile (does that make sense?); what I mean is, it’s as if you can reach out and touch them. Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family! It probably continues, 🙂 Glad to have you back in the blogosphere. 🙂 D.


    • Hi Deb,
      So sorry for the delayed response. Most family left about two hours ago, major reorg of the house… and now getting ready to head to New Jersey for a surprise party when I’d really rather be sleeping. My folks are still here and will be leaving tomorrow.
      It’s most difficult to think of people and animals alone this time of year. – we can always hope they find comfort – it’s a lovely dream. Thank you for your kind words as always, my friend.
      I prepared the cat-post a few days ago, knowing full well I’d not be near my computer a while.
      And now I must finish applying makeup so I don’t look like how I feel which is really tired 😉
      AnnMarie 🙂

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      • I had to stifle a yawn every ten minutes or so… We didn’t stay too late at the party since the giant husband works on sundays. I took my mom Christmas shopping today after taking Caroline to work. My folks headed back to PA around 2ish I think. It’s too quiet now – damned when it’s noisy – damned when it’s not – what a big baby I am 😉
        Hope you had a joyous and peace-filled cabin trip. I saw your pristine photos. What a gorgeous place to run away to.
        AnnMarie 🙂


      • AnnMarie, turn on some music — LOUD — and you’ll feel better! I forget that states on the East coast are usually a fairly short drive between (like northern Europe), so you could go to the party and return home soon after. It’s none of my business, but where does your husband work that he has to work on Sundays? I thought only my husband worked weekends! I’m always griping about him having to work! LOL I’m ready to run back to our cabin, to tell you the truth. 🙂 Darn job! LOL


      • Keith is the general manager of a nursery – he’s a man of the trees and knows all their Latin names. I kill plants with one fatal glance and he revives them 😉 He works 6 days a week for most of the year – then they close down for 2 months in winter. We wake up laughing for 8 weeks 🙂


      • Good for Keith! I, too, know nothing about trees and plants (my mother used to say that my plants had to get down on their knees and beg me for water). I do know that I love looking at trees — and wish that I could tell them apart. Two months off in winter — sweet! 🙂


      • lol – your mom passed on her humor 😉
        We take advantage of his time off. I cut back on the subbing. We move our walking to the mall and join the serious seniors who walk there year round following the orange footprints on the tiles.
        AnnMarie 🙂


      • Don’t get in the way of the serious seniors — I’ve learned that lesson! 🙂 Hubby and I walked this a.m. He’s kind of a bugger that we get up and move, which is good for me, because I’d sit around in my jammies all day drinking coffee if it were up to me. Good that you and Keith get 8 weeks as a “preview” of retirement. My husband, Bob, could retire next year, but he extended his enlistment for 3 more years (a financial decision). Otherwise, we’d be clobbering each other for “computer rights,” spending $$$ we don’t have, and eating out too much. LOL


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