People who hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life. — Faith Resnick
I guess it’s a good thing I don’t believe in reincarnation, for I dislike mice as much as I do cats!
That probably offends some of you, and for that, I apologize. Save yourself the aggravation (and time) and come back for my next post when I won’t be dissing the feline population.
Over the years, I’ve come to realize why I don’t like cats:
1) They’re sneaky. My neighbor’s cats (notice the plural) creep across our front porch — perhaps as a short cut? — then, when I open the door to see what they’re up to, they scoot away, looking back at me with accusing eyes. Kind of like I was the one sneaking around!
2) They know no boundaries. It would never cross my mind to lead my dog onto my neighbor’s yard and encourage him to poop there. Cats, however, being off-leash and sneaky, regularly slink over the fence and “do their business,” regardless of whether it’s in one of my flower pots, beneath mulch, or wherever.
3) They kill things. Recently, I saw one of the neighbor’s cats toting a screaming baby bunny. I couldn’t watch. I knew that rabbit was toast. Why did this happen? The cat obviously wasn’t hungry (it has a home and, I assume, gets fed regularly). No, it’s because cats are hunters and relish the delight of catching something and toying with it until it dies.
4) They wail beneath my window. On a cool summer’s night, I like to open my window and sleep in the fresh breeze. But my neighbor’s cats seem to have other ideas. They set up shop and WAIL for long periods of time, upsetting my dog. And me. What’s the nature of their distress? And why don’t they carry their problems home??
5) They’re always pregnant. I guess cat-lovers aren’t as concerned with spaying and neutering their darlings as dog owners are. Funny, since it’s cats who roam, not dogs.
You know, looking over my list again, perhaps it’s not so much the cats I dislike as it is their irresponsible “staff” — for everyone knows, “Dogs have owners; cats have staff.”