I know there is always going to be a debate over which is the better pet…cats or dogs. What you say??? No debate! I think I hear that coming from the dog-lovers out there. Still, I have had both dogs and cats and I consider it a close race.
My experience has been that cats are a much hairier and surly (aka snotty) version of a lap dog. Also, they have a more narcissistic way of looking at things. The upside to a cat is they don’t expect you to be their BFF, they don’t feel the need to be constantly adoring you, or sniffing you in private areas that just don’t need sniffed, and they never our haul your tired butt outdoors in all manner of weather for a walk. So until the time Rover falls in love with the idea of a litter box, I am prepared to call this a tie.
The only time, I really see a substantial PLUS in the dog’s favor is on the day it is time for the annual vet visit. Cats turn into monsters. Not just figuratively speaking. I am talking MONSTERS.
Yesterday was the day, to haul out the little pet carriers to transport my two adorable little friends in to see their doctor.
Thought Number One—prior to the cat crates coming out my girls are sweet as can be…that is as sweet as cats can be.
See how sweet they are prior to seeing their carrier.
Chantel isn’t smiling for the pic, but only because she is camera shy.
Carmen is our sweet girl, even the true “haters-of-all-cats” tend to be taken in by Carmen’s charms.
Perhaps, you don’t remember Carmen without her tiara on?
So back to the story….I had hubby help track down the girls, who always feel the need to hide when they see the totes come out.
Thought Number Two– After the crates come out, it all goes down hill.
Don’t they look happy??
At this point Chantel is thinking on how to get even with me when she gets loose. These are the same thoughts I imagine most serial killers must have prior to their capture.
Carmen, is under the misguided notion that by burying herself under the little cage’s mat that we won’t be able to find her.
After the short ride over the the Vet’s office which my two little cats have growled, mmmeeeoooowwwwed and spit to let it be known that are indeed…less than pleased to be going on an outing.
For those of you that know the “real me” I am sure you notice the accurate portrayal of Cheryl P.
I did leave out the under-eye circles, as I found them distracting and my art work is bad enough without adding more negatives.
Not that they aren’t already showing their best behavior… or NOT.. when the doc walks into the room, they go cat-shit crazy.
So, while vets in general, try to put on a game face as far as misbehaving cats go….
Here is the thing:
I know that they know that I know they would rather be treating dogs….
EVEN MEAN DOGS….
EVEN MEAN DOGS WITH FLEAS…
more than they would want to be treating my two hissing cats.
All creatures great and small survived the day!!!!! The vet even managed to remain unscathed.
Here we are back at home letting the effects of “whatever is in those shots” wear off.
It’s been awhile since, I have added one of the Simon the Cat videos so in honor of my Two Thoughts for Tuesday here is a video called Double Trouble