Carolyn CordonThe dog lady
August 4th 2009 10:28
I am proud of the many hats I wear. I am the dog lady, the poetry person, the bread tag person. But it's a weird thing that I keep writing about cats or commenting on blogs about cats. I don't really like cats. I am a dog person. Cats are lazy, contrary, selfish.
People love them, but I don't. So why do I write about them? I have this fear that I may have been a cat lover in a previous life. Maybe not. Perhaps I'm jealous of the cats. They carry on in their feline way, never giving a toss about anybody else.
I'm a wife and mother, a volunteer, and a person who cares deeply about all kinds of things. See, definitely not a cat person. So why is it that my second most visited site on Triond this month and last month is a little poem about cats.
The poem isn't all that kind about cats, I have to say, but it is about cats. It shows why I'm not a cat person, it shows their selfishness. I'm not sure what it means about my audience. Because they come to the poem, but don't leave comments most of the time. Maybe they are offended, and walk off still legged, with their tails stuck up high the way cats do when they feel affronted.
Any comments or ideas are most welcome.
Morgan has seen this poem and left a comment, and indicated that some people had thought she acted like a cat. I think Morgan is far too caring and thoughtful to be like a cat. Anyway, what do other people think.
People love them, but I don't. So why do I write about them? I have this fear that I may have been a cat lover in a previous life. Maybe not. Perhaps I'm jealous of the cats. They carry on in their feline way, never giving a toss about anybody else.
I'm a wife and mother, a volunteer, and a person who cares deeply about all kinds of things. See, definitely not a cat person. So why is it that my second most visited site on Triond this month and last month is a little poem about cats.
The poem isn't all that kind about cats, I have to say, but it is about cats. It shows why I'm not a cat person, it shows their selfishness. I'm not sure what it means about my audience. Because they come to the poem, but don't leave comments most of the time. Maybe they are offended, and walk off still legged, with their tails stuck up high the way cats do when they feel affronted.
Any comments or ideas are most welcome.
Morgan has seen this poem and left a comment, and indicated that some people had thought she acted like a cat. I think Morgan is far too caring and thoughtful to be like a cat. Anyway, what do other people think.
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That little cat got heavier and heavier all through the night. She was a beautiful girl though. Black with yellow eyes, lean and slinky. She never forgave us for getting our first schnauzer. Helga only wanted to be friends!
If we decided, in a delusional moment, that we wanted a cat, the dogs would love it. I suspect any cat would hate living at our place. All of the dogs are inside from time to time, and most of them are passionate about chasing things and eating what they catch. No cats for us while we have more than one Pharaoh Hound, I think
Cats do fascinate me though. Why are there so many people who want to have a pet that will ignore them and spit at them if they try to medicate it? The cat/person interaction is very interesting.
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Well said! Of course, there are some who say that a dog goes too far the other way. Winston Churchill was one who decided he needed a middle way. He said, "“Always remember, a cat looks down on man, a dog looks up to man, but a pig will look man right in the eye and see his equal.”
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Her owner is as little as me too, but she's not as concerned about what the pig might do to her. It was very exciting. In the end, that sow chomped on one of my pot plants, then ran across the road, and headed for a paddock of wheat or something.
Gavin, who lives across the road, chased her back to our place on his tractor and Bea and I got that silly sow back home. She was a new pig and she hadn't settled in yet. She saw a gap, shoved her way through it and ended up getting totally stressed out.
Bea, her owner was worried about the pig having a heart attack, she was so stressed. I was worried about getting chomped on by the pig, Gavin was glad the pig was out of his paddock.
This was late last year, high summer, and we were all sweating by the time the whole thing was over.
People who keep pigs as pets are a whole new ball game, let me tell you!!
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Murder mystery, the case of the missing corpse - chop the bits up and feed them to the pigs - I'm pretty sure that body would never be found.