I love most all animals, but I am mainly a dog person. Kittens are cute, but they grow up to become cats who normally look at me with something akin to disdain. Dogs look at me with goofy adoration. Goofy adoration gets me every time. A couple of weeks ago, I returned to old family stomping grounds in Cameron County, PA. I stayed with one of my dearest and longest friends, Nancy and had the chance to met her kitty, Zen. Zen is a rescue kitty who is part Himalayan and has bright blue eyes (which my pictures do not reflect). Hoping to avoid kitty dirty looks, I arrived prepared to bribe Zen with some Salmon Flakes and catnip.
Nancy left the kitty treats on her counter and we went out for a couple of hours. When we came home, Zen had gotten the catnip package off the counter, taken the catnip out of the package and slobbered all over it. She looked goofy and gazed at me adoringly — I was in love! She rolled on the catnip for a few minutes and then went and hid behind the chair. Catnip is an herb from the mint family and contains an oil called nepetalactone that is a mild hallucinogenic and cats inhale the scent and catch a little buzz. Not all cats are affected by catnip, but Zen sure was.
Zennie is a good kitty, she doesn’t jump on you and she doesn’t make a bunch of noise. She has one of those water fountains that continuously flows to encourage cats to drink more water. I watched Zen lap at the water for a solid minute or more; the whole time she was drinking from the bowl, the water from the fountain was rolling off her head. When she was done, she turned around and presented her derriere to me and proceeded to shake her head faster than the spin cycle on a Whirlpool. Not a drop hit me and when she came over to visit her head was damp, but not sopping wet. Dudley gets wet and I have to change clothes after he shakes. There is a huge size differential between the two, but Dudley thinks if he’s wet, then I should also be wet, you too, if you’re close by.
I’d like to see how Zennie acts around dogs; Dudley acts like the village idiot around cats. My next door neighbors have two dogs and a cat and a four month old baby and everyone lives in relative harmony. I came home yesterday to find their Molly kitty lounging in the savannah that passes for my front lawn (it desperately needs mowing) and Dudley at the window barking that he knew there was an uninvited guest in our yard. Molly couldn’t care less and loped home when her humans and canine siblings came back from their walk.
I am a dog person, but the right cat could convince me to become a dog and cat person. It won’t be with Dudley, I can’t expect him to change his stripes at his age. But someday, maybe.
Actually, I don’t hate cats, I’m just kind of afraid of them. ~ Clay Aiken