A cat


I am a dog person through and through. That old saying of dogs being man's best friend is so very true. I love how goofy they are and always eager to play. Every time I leave the house and come back my dog, Lucky, always looks as if he hasn't seen me for years. His tail wags his eyes open wide and he dances by the front door. His dance is whimsical. His two front paws pitter patter him around in circles and his tongue wags back forth in his mouth. Cats don't do that.


Cats will come to greet you, some cats will, but for the most part they are chilled to the bone. When I was a kid I used to have a cat. His name was Heathcliff. His face was all white, but he had a black patch on his head that made him look like he was wearing a helmet. I think We used to call him Heaphy for short. He loved climbing the Mulberry tree in our front yard. He'd lounge on the upper branches in the summertime like he was some kind of leopard. I never understood the comic book stories of the superhero having to get someone's cat out of a tree. The cat got up there, so the cat must know how to get down.


Heaphy was more dog than cat. He used to follow me at school every morning. He walked beside me to the bus stop. No matter how many times I told him to go back home he would follow me anyway. Dogs are man's best friend, but cats walk beside us as equals. They allow us to pet them when it suits. They keep us conditioned to feed no matter the time of day or night. The ancient Egyptians used to believe that they are gods. I can understand why they would think that. Cats’ eyes are hypnotic and otherworldly. Although I vowed to never get another pet after lucky leaves this world, if I ever reconsider, I think I’d like to have a cat.

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