When I was a kid, I used to believe that dogs were male and cats were female. I thought that dogs and cats got married, just like people do, and when they had babies, they had puppies and kittens. I’m not making this up, I firmly believed this. When my parents explained to me that this was not the case, I was crestfallen. As a child, that belief was not just a whimsical thought, but a governing rule of the universe, just like gravity. Of course, I also still believed in the Easter Bunny. 🙂 With all the talk of integrating our cats with Gracie, it made me remember this childhood notion and I have to say, I think I was on to something.
I know that dogs and cats don’t marry and I know that they can’t reproduce should they try to mate, perish the thought. But the core of what I was saying is that dogs are the males and cats are the females. Think about it, men are like dogs. We’re not always the most hygenic. We want affection all the time. We love to play and we’ll do the monotonous task of chasing a ball for hours without getting bored. Women, on the other hand, are just like cats. They are more complex. They like affection, but on their terms. They groom themselves a lot and are more hygenic. They’ll play, but they get bored easy. Granted these comments are broad generalizations and there are exceptions to every rule, but you have to admit that this makes a little sense. 🙂
I’ll never understand Holly any more than I’ll understand our cats. Like Gracie, I’ll pounce around and get nothing but a cold shoulder. All I want to do is play and have fun. However if I ignore her and focus on something else, then all of a sudden she wants my attention and if I’m lucky, to be petted. I’m talking about the cats! Get your mind out of the gutter. 😉
I don’t think I’m far off the mark on this one. I may be off my rocker in a general sense, but this concept rings true. Maybe I should write a book. Beats the hell out of Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus.