As the Fashionista Kitty Cat of the Kitty Club Med, the Neighborhood Cats and the Cat Colony, I must keep my eye out for up coming trends and then reject or accept and implement them. I know, I see you, smirking but this is a real job for a Kitty Cat who has vision, loves glitter and is still working on bringing those high heels and sparkly eye lashes to the kitty market.
Besotted feline lovers are every where, willing to indulge their precious tabbies, although some of them are ashamed to admit it. Derision is heaped on the Cat Lady or the poor Cat Man who indulges his soul and forges an inexplicable bond with a feline who everyone knows can not possibly replace the love of a dog. My take on that theory is a lot of the Two Footed know ‘nawthing about nawthing’. Still. dogs may be all things wise and wonderful as well as fine pillows to sleep on (at least Jakita is) but they are high maintenance, and sometimes hard on your ears, you know.
First off a Two Footed Owner has to train a dog to do just about anything. Sit, stand, stay, run, fetch, drop, wave, wiggle, you get it – oh, and house break them. Not cats. Momma just put a litter tray in the bathroom, closed us in the first few days and we figured it out ourselves. No road map. No GPS. No ‘Go Pottie’. We got it, Pontiac.
Momma doesn’t have to take us for a walk. We choose if we want to follow her and Jakita on their walks but otherwise, we have it figured out. We can walk leisurely or stealthily or thunder whenever, wherever we want at any given time, not on some dead set rigid schedule. Still it is kind of fun to tag along with Momma and Jakita, run ahead, hide in the bushes, then jump out at them. Momma stops to pet us and try to get us home safely but we got that too, Momma. We cross the road to the creek and back a dozen times a day.
Then there is the grooming. What’s up with that, huh? Jakita digs in the mud, jumps in puddles, then expects Momma to bath, brush and blow dry her. I must admit. I love getting brushed myself and if I am out in the rain, when Momma opens the door to let me in, I expect her to pick the fluffiest towel and dry me down promptly. Failure to comply on her behalf, results in my giving her a proper dressing down. I always say, ‘A dry cat is a happy cat.’
Yet I can’t deny, my BFF (Best Friend Forever) is Jakita. She is definitely demanding and high maintenance but she has a good head on her shoulders and a non judgemental tender heart. Sometimes I think because she grew up in a minority, she likes cats (especially me, but Andy will do when Momma vacuums and Charlie when I am outside) more than dogs that sniff to long, bark too loud or worse still, have to show their dominance over her. You got to know Jakita. Inside of her lives a warrior that can take care of business, anyone’s business.
What I know is, dog lovers, cat lovers they are usually all good people. We got to put aside some dog owner superiority. And, I got a secret. Somewhere deep in my heart I feel the same way about Jakita that she does for me. That begs the question if a dog and cat can be best friends forever, what is wrong with those hard-headed, critical Two Footed pet owners that pit a dog’s loyalty against an adorable, playful, agile cat? Just ask Jakita and I. We both bring love to the table….and love is a grand thing, init???
