Dogs vs Cats.

Dogs or cats?

I grew up with cats. I had one named Joy white paws. She was gray with, you guessed it, white paws. I wanted a best friend, and since we moved a lot and it was the 80s, a pet was the closest thing to a close companion. I wanted her to cuddle with me, but she flat-out refused. She wasn’t fixed, so she always longed for the outdoors. She always gave me itchy eyes. I later found out I was allergic to cats. Despite being soft and pretty, she was ultimately a wild animal, driven by food and mating.

When I moved out of my parents’ house, I wanted a pet to keep me company, so I chose a Pomeranian who I named Copper. I chose Copper because he was small like a cat. Copper would do anything to be by my side. He was like a jealous lover, hiding my phone so I would spend time with him, stealing my clothes, and sleeping with them. If he did something wrong and it upset me, he was generally remorseful. Cats just are not like that, a cat does what it wants without consequence. Cats remind me of Rolling Stone. Put a plate out and leave a light on, and they’ll be back when they need something. They might come when you call, might not. Leash? Please! Cats don’t know how many kids they truly have. They’ll bite and hit you. They’ll destroy your things. They only love you when they need something.

In my 20s, I went from having a lap dog to a large dog in my late 30s when I was in desperate need of a lifestyle change and depressed. I knew a large dog would be a great companion. This time, I adopted a female named Rey. Despite my worries that I would not be able to provide the best life possible for her due to my own chaotic life, I have cared for her like she was a queen. I have reconsidered my stance on cats and wanted to add one to my household after dating a cat owner. One of the cats is pretty awesome, but the other one will destroy property if it doesn’t get its way. I still believe in cats, but I will choose a dog over a cat any day.