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.
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.