One of these things is not like the others. When I started doing some research for my blog, one of the things I did was go to several others with the same sort of intentions as me. I read one after another, and found one thing they all had in common. Everyone had a cat. I however do not. Now I am reasonably sure that no one has a cat that knits or crochets or even writes for that matter, so I don’t think this affects their blogs but I feel I may not fit in.
We had cats while I was growing up but now I am a dog owner. The cat we had, we named JFK (Junk Food Kitty). It loved to eat, and it ate anything. Most cats will come running to the sound of a can opener, well JFK only came running to the crackling of a chip bag. Doritos were his favorite. He sort of adopted us. He came into the house one day and stayed for a couple of years and then decided to move on and find a new home. My father really, really, did not like cats but he must have been able to sniff that out because JFK would go sit on his lap and purr nonstop. After a while even my dad decided maybe he wasn’t so bad and he could stay.
I wouldn’t say I love cats but we get along alright. It is not that I am completely opposed, my son had very bad asthma as a child and we could never have one, so we just never have had one. I have to admit that I also truly believe that someday cats will own the world. I know that if I were to die during my sleep that a cat would eat me and I am not totally convinced it would wait till I was all the way dead to start.
