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"Cat dawwwwg, cat dawwwg...
Alone in the world, he's a little catdog."



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Go ahead, make your case. Which is better, cats (boo!) or dogs (yay!)?

No vs. for me. Whatever you like, they are both nice critters to have around.

but the dog law is only referring to dogs and there is no law referring to cats.

Hey, I forgot about CatDog...I used to watch that show (ummm...with the kids of course) - I love my dawgs, but I'm partial to the cats. Like OoM stated, they don't require the emotional toll like a dog or the work! Wouldn't get rid of my dogs for anything (well depends on what and when...ha, ha), but I wish they'd give me more room on the bed!

Zoltar with winter fast approaching you might just want those dogs close by...

Yeah, I now know the true meaning of the expression "Three Dog Night"!

That's funny. We only have two and that in out crap gets old. I need to teach them to exit and enter the house at the same time.. If I could accomplish that I would add one more to the pack.

My family's dream: to have a butler just for opening the door to let the cat in and out.

But that was back in the day before litter boxes. Now they have to wait for me to get around to it.

The dogs, go out when I let them out. If one askes to go out, I send them all out.

Just makes life easier.

My favorite -

from http://xmb.stuffucanuse.com/xmb/viewthread.php?tid=1367

Thank you Christine! That was great! It's just how it is isn't it? My dogs only go out when I take them out and I take them all at the same time to their pen or walk. During the warm months we actually have a designated "cat window" that we keep open enough for them to get out and in on their own which is great in good weather, but when the cool/cold weather comes and they can't just come and go as they wish...well...we hear about it - it takes about a month for them to get the hang of not being able to go out at their own beckoned call! And Brick, the dogs do keep me warm in the winter since they sleep on the bed, but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and somehow I'm on the edge of the bed without any covers on that side of my body and very uncomfortable because heven forbid for me to wake them to move and I gently squirm my body into a new position so as not to disturb them - guess dogs aren't so dumb after all huh?

It has always amazed me how a cat finds himself with one hundred percent consistency to be always on the wrong side of a closed door.

You got that right! Try it X 6!!! and I think as soon as it finally gets to the other side of the closed door, it was just checking to make sure the other side of the door was still there and wants back on the other side again or sometimes I believe it's checking just to make sure it's still the boss and that I'll be there to open and close the door (or window as it may be)!

Before I had dogs there WAS a cat that kept coming in my house. I had no idea where it came from but before it was over there was a strong resemblance between me and this guy..

Bill Murray at his finest!

One theory currently being researched is that cats errantly think that by going through a door they will ascend to a newer, higher form, that of a dog. Stupid cats. Dogs are born, not made.

We have two cats, one dog. One cat is a male, a big male, over 20 lbs. One of my sisters lives in another state now, but she once had a cat, maybe still does, that reminded me very much of our big boy, a cat named Chuckie. Our 'Baby' is much like him. Anyway, Baby got into his latest outdoor adventure and completely tore out his Achilles tendons, first the major and then the minor snapped the next day. Loving cats the way I do (sauteed, in a butter and onion sauce), I was weighing the choice ofthe expensive surgery against the choice of, um, well, you know, when I considered how I'd broach the the second choice (catenasia?) with Mrs. Joe and teenaged daughter Princess Joe, and how it might go over. That process took two seconds. Two thousand MF-ing dollars later, Baby is been hobbling around Casa Cuddy with a cast on his rear right leg extending from hip to tippy-toe, stuck out straight because of the nature of the tendon that was reattached. Basically, he's still a four legged cat, but one leg is temporarily 4 inches longer than the other three. He is miserable, doesn't understand, and cannot believe I won't let him go outside where he's previously spent every single night of his life picking fights with whatever critters he finds out there, judging by his numerous scars, mangled ears, and previous ER visits and treatment.

Late at night, when Queen Joe and the Princess are well abed and the house is quiet, I can hear Baby at the other end of the house, making his way across the wooden floor towards the food bowl or litter box: CLUMP, draaaag, CLUMP, draaaag, CLUMP, draaag..., which is, as fans of horror movies will tell you, the last sound one hears before some giant in overalls and a goalie's mask carrying a chain saw introduces you to eternity - piece by piece. I'm am normally not given to the power of suggestion, nor to cheap slasher movies, but I gotta tell ya.... it freaks me out every time till I figger out exactly what that sound is. CLUMP, draaaag, CLUMP, draaaag......

An added thrill-a-minute-for-Daddy factor is the presence of our newest little money-sucking dependent, a 7 month old puppy, all of 6 lbs (Baby weighs 21 lbs), who feels that all liivng creatures exist solely to provide him with a playmate. Baby has made it quite clear that 'homey don't play', but innocent little Max insists, to Baby's great annoyance. I recognize the look on Baby's face in those moments, the look that says, "Dude, one day this cast is coming off, and on that day, my leetle canine frien', so shall your head."

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can't
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