hbgold (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hbgold) wrote,@ 2007-04-05 14:11:00 |
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In Defense of Cats
A couple of events today prompt the rare circumstance of me posting twice in a day. Generally it is rare that I post twice in a month. My wife, a wonderful woman who loves to blog, posted results from a mini poll at her web site, All About Romance. One particular poll dealt with favorite pets from a book. The results were as follows:
1. Malcolm the cat, How To Marry a Marquis, Julia Quinn
2. Dumfries the dog, Saving Grace, Julie Garwood
3. The wolf in Honor's Splendor, Julie Garwood
4. Stanley the dog, Girls of Summer, Barbara Bretton
5. Fred the dog, Anyone But You, Jennifer Crusie
6. Beezel the weasel, Bewitching, Jill Barnett
As you can see, canines prevail, and the cat received as much attention as a weasel, though in this particular contest the cat seemed to win out. People obviously tend to be dog people. This was reinforced by an email an associate sent me today:
Excerpts from a 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 Lunch! 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 Milk bones! 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!
Excerpts from a 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 what I am capable of. 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 has got to 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. For
now...
From this I conclude that dog people are very simple people, easily pleased. Cat people are very complex, cautious thinkers who demand and seek liberty. Chalk me up as a cat person.
A couple of events today prompt the rare circumstance of me posting twice in a day. Generally it is rare that I post twice in a month. My wife, a wonderful woman who loves to blog, posted results from a mini poll at her web site, All About Romance. One particular poll dealt with favorite pets from a book. The results were as follows:
1. Malcolm the cat, How To Marry a Marquis, Julia Quinn
2. Dumfries the dog, Saving Grace, Julie Garwood
3. The wolf in Honor's Splendor, Julie Garwood
4. Stanley the dog, Girls of Summer, Barbara Bretton
5. Fred the dog, Anyone But You, Jennifer Crusie
6. Beezel the weasel, Bewitching, Jill Barnett
As you can see, canines prevail, and the cat received as much attention as a weasel, though in this particular contest the cat seemed to win out. People obviously tend to be dog people. This was reinforced by an email an associate sent me today:
Excerpts from a 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 Lunch! 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 Milk bones! 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!
Excerpts from a 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 what I am capable of. 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 has got to 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. For
now...
From this I conclude that dog people are very simple people, easily pleased. Cat people are very complex, cautious thinkers who demand and seek liberty. Chalk me up as a cat person.
