"I don't like cats" - that's what I would have said had you asked me prior to Dec 31, 2008 what I thought about cats.
I always had myself pegged as a dog person. The cats I had met at the residences of friends and family weren't friendly... they weren't even nice. They'd hiss, they'd scream, etc. I always asked myself, "Why would somebody want a pet that just seems to be so angry around people?"
I've had my dog since I was 9 years old. I turn 26 in 3 weeks and he's still my sweet loveable fluffy friend who has never growled at anybody, never bitten anybody, or anything like that. I think the only damage he could possibly do is lick somebody to death (it would be a slow and ticklish death).
Well, as you know on New Years eve, a kitten was kind of just plopped into my life. I didn't like cats, but I couldn't let a kitten die. I had preferences for pets, but I'm not a callous jerk who has no respect for the value of a life.
It's been only a few weeks since then, and Ally, who I first met almost dead, is now as healthy and happy as can be. Not only that, but she is as sweet as could be. She is amazingly intelligent (she has figured out how to untie my double tied shoelaces in a matter of seconds), and is just an all around joy to have as a furry friend. She cuddles up with me at night, keeping me company which helps relax me since I have insomnia problems and she just constantly shows me love and affection.
I no longer dislike cats. I don't know if Ally will eventually become like the cats I saw at friends' houses. I hope not. To date, she loves people (and especially their shoelaces). So, I can now say that I like both dogs and cats. My dog is my favorite dog in the world, and Ally is now my favorite cat in the world.
It's amazing how life sometimes throws curveballs at you that changes things quickly. Now all I need to figure out is how to manage having a cat while being allergic to them. So far, no problems - fingers crossed that it stays that way. Worst case, there's always Claritin.
I always had myself pegged as a dog person. The cats I had met at the residences of friends and family weren't friendly... they weren't even nice. They'd hiss, they'd scream, etc. I always asked myself, "Why would somebody want a pet that just seems to be so angry around people?"
I've had my dog since I was 9 years old. I turn 26 in 3 weeks and he's still my sweet loveable fluffy friend who has never growled at anybody, never bitten anybody, or anything like that. I think the only damage he could possibly do is lick somebody to death (it would be a slow and ticklish death).
Well, as you know on New Years eve, a kitten was kind of just plopped into my life. I didn't like cats, but I couldn't let a kitten die. I had preferences for pets, but I'm not a callous jerk who has no respect for the value of a life.
It's been only a few weeks since then, and Ally, who I first met almost dead, is now as healthy and happy as can be. Not only that, but she is as sweet as could be. She is amazingly intelligent (she has figured out how to untie my double tied shoelaces in a matter of seconds), and is just an all around joy to have as a furry friend. She cuddles up with me at night, keeping me company which helps relax me since I have insomnia problems and she just constantly shows me love and affection.
I no longer dislike cats. I don't know if Ally will eventually become like the cats I saw at friends' houses. I hope not. To date, she loves people (and especially their shoelaces). So, I can now say that I like both dogs and cats. My dog is my favorite dog in the world, and Ally is now my favorite cat in the world.
It's amazing how life sometimes throws curveballs at you that changes things quickly. Now all I need to figure out is how to manage having a cat while being allergic to them. So far, no problems - fingers crossed that it stays that way. Worst case, there's always Claritin.