2009.11.03
Here's one for you, feline fans
I hope everyone got out and celebrated End-of-the-Hateful-Political-Campaign-Ads-and-Robocalls Season by voting for the candidates that annoy you the least. I know I certainly did.
And now that the election is almost over, let's move on to more important issues: Cats.
Last week I made my own campaign promise to give lovers of kitties a chance to exercise their First Amendment rights after I gave away the book "Why Dogs are Better than Cats" book.
So, feline fans, let's hear it.
Type a short, witty comment about why cats rule and otherwise rock your world, and you can win a copy of "Cat Lover's Daily Companion: 365 Days of Insight and Guidance for Living a Joyful Life with Your Cat" by Kristen Hampshire, Iris Bass and Lori Paximadis.
The book is loaded with photos, information and fun facts about felines. The text covers a wide varitey of kitty cunundrums including choosing the right food and litter, explanations of cats' body language and what to do when kitty misses the box. I am really tempted to keep this one because it's great reference material.
So hit me with your best shot folks. What's so doggone great about cats? All comments entered until Friday at 10 a.m. will be considered, when a panel of feline-loving newsies will help me pick the very best one.
Cats are great because they almost take care of themselves. You rarely have to bathe them, never have to walk them and they are usually quiet except when you want to sleep in on the weekends and the darn cat wants fed at her usual time, 7AM!
Comment by Liz — November 3, 2009 @ 1:32 pm
My son, who is eight, says that cats are great just because they are: everything about them is great. He especially likes that they are usually fat, lazy, and have no problem with being identified as such. Self-confidence is not a problem for cats. He says he enjoys hearing them purr and stroking their soft, silky fur. He loves it when our two cats play bouncy ball with him and go into "crazy cooter" mode:).
Comment by Shelly Covington — November 3, 2009 @ 3:07 pm
Cats are great because they don't have to be walked in the snow!
Comment by Michelle — November 3, 2009 @ 3:15 pm
"There are no ordinary cats." --Colette
A Day in the Life of a Cat and Dog
The Dog’s Diary:
8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat’s Diary:
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an Attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and Snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously Retarded.
The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the Guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an Elevated Cell, so he is safe. Anon
Comment by Shellie Anne — November 3, 2009 @ 4:24 pm
Cats are great because they are fur-covered hot water bottles that help keep you warm during a cold winter's night! Also, they are part of the green energy movement as evidenced by their solar-power collection needs on the floor wherever the sun is shining brightest. They are fashion-onscious when it comes to coordinating white and orange fur on the darkest of pants and suits, wanting to jazz up that important business meeting you have in the morning with some color. And possibly most importantly, they are the world's most reliable alarm clocks, as their stomachs keep time better than the most expensive rolex, and unlike the watch, they lack a snooze button so it's impossible to oversleep!
Comment by Other John — November 3, 2009 @ 5:40 pm
#4 wins.
Dogs listen to every word. Cats take a message and get back to you.
Comment by Art Hill — November 4, 2009 @ 3:46 am
I am a dog person: I am unable to explain how I ended up with four cats and no dog. My life is littered with unused scratching posts, cat thrones with a view, litter boxes tucked in secluded recesses, and an assortment of feathery/squeaky items that clog my vacuum. I devote more time to the selection of cat food than I do to the selection of husband food. I receive birthday and holiday gifts with cat pictures, paw prints, and "purrfectly" witty sayings. We now have cat ornaments for the Christmas tree: last year we received a gift basket of cookies that had two bags of cat treats tucked inside. I often wonder what life would be like if I were a cat person.
Comment by Sharron Smith — November 4, 2009 @ 8:09 am
Political elections are the best way to understand the benefit of cats over dogs. Think about it, cats are discerning. They decide each time they come in contact with someone, whether it be their "owner" or not, if they will like that person at that given time. Cats constantly evaluate the extent to which they trust and engage with others. Dogs? Well, you give them a treat or a shiny toy and they're sold. And isn't that what so much of our political culture has become? I'd rather have a cat. The reaction is more honest, and if you ever sell them on something, the feeling is sincere, not based on a worthless treat.
Comment by Dean — November 4, 2009 @ 8:09 am
cats are so much better than dogs! my cats know when im sad and come over to comfort me. they are not messy, you dont have to walk them and they dont drool.
Comment by donna — November 4, 2009 @ 6:50 pm
I'm just glad my 3 kittens all got big enough that they couldn't fit in my lap anymore. It got to be painful trying to watch tv with them all crowded on me. Now I just get 1 or 2, but they're nearly full grown now.
One of my cats I think was a construction worker in a past life. It never fails, any time I work on a home improvement project, assemble something, or are otherwise working around the house...he is there sitting and watching my every move, something helping to keep instruction manuals from blowing away, and always inspecting the work when I'm done and giving it structural integrity tests by jumping on and rubbing the finished product.
Comment by Other John — November 6, 2009 @ 1:03 pm
My cats are so helpful around the house, especially Abby. This morning, I heard a crackling noise and found Abby with her head in the box of crackers that was left on the floor and she was very busy licking all the salt off of them for us. Last night, I turned around to take a sip out of my water glass only to find Abby sitting on the table very carefully dipping her foot in the water, then licking the water off her foot, then dipping it again over and over. She escorts the dust mop on it's journey around the floors, keeps the trash on the end tables cleared off by knocking everything onto the floors (for the dust mop), and helps make the beds by grabbing the sheets and blankets for me. She even assists big sister Sable by cleaning her food dish and covering up any exposed "items" in the litterbox. I love cats. I couldn't live without them.
Comment by Sandy — November 6, 2009 @ 3:22 pm