Owning a dog has a lot of benefits. For instance, you will always know the precise moment the mail comes. You are always well aware of just how good your human food smells considering it has compelled your dog to crawl, military-style, across the floor until they are steathily hidden underneath the table. And you will always know ahead of time the answer to the question “What’s that smell?”
But perhaps most importantly, owning a dog, at least in my case, has alerted me to the very important fact that I don’t live in a quiet, little neighborhood like I thought. Oh, no. I apparently live in a place teeming with dangerous, unsavory characters. Specifically, characters of the feline variety.
Yes, there is a gang of cats residing on my street, threatening the peace and quiet with all their menacing aloofness. And every single time I take my dog, Buffy, outside, a turf war explodes. For instance, yesterday we were walking to the park when suddenly Buffy turned into a bug-eyed, frothing-at-the-mouth lunatic and the following confrontation took place:
Buffy: “Bark Bark!”
Random cat: “Hissssssss…”
Random cat: “Hisssssssss…”
Random cat: …*saunters off unnecessarily slow*
This exchange, roughly translated, goes something like this:
Buffy: “I see you! Come here! I want to chew on your head.”
Random cat: “You come here, [BAD WORD]. I dare you.”
Buffy: “AH! I hate you! I’m going to eat your face off!”
Random cat: “Good [VERY BAD WORD] luck with that, mouth-breather. P.S. Nice leash, loser.”
Buffy: “I WILL KILL YOU UNTIL YOU’RE DEAD! AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN!”
Random cat: “Bored now.”
It’s a well-documented fact that dogs and cats don’t get along, no matter how many “puppy and kitten cuddling” Internet memes pop up on Facebook. But what I want to know is, when did this war start? How far back does it go? And what is the main beef these two have with each other?
Did it all start with Noah’s Ark? Did maybe being in such close quarters for so long cause a dog and cat to get to know each other in the “Biblical” sense, thus resulting in an offspring abomination now known as the Chihuahua and the two species have been fighting out of shame and guilt ever since?
Or is it simply idealogical differences? That cats don’t view themselves as pets so much as captives and so they are contiually plotting an insurrection against humans, which the dogs are constantly thwarting because they love being pets and having their main responsibilities be eating, sleeping and pooping?
Or is it perhaps more of a Hatfield-McCoy feud? Some hillbilly dog drunk on moonshine killed some hillbilly cat and then the cat’s relatives retaliated, killing that dog’s uncle brother and so on and so on and the current hostilities stem from that?
Alas, we mere humans will probably never know the answer. That is, unless the cats are finally successful with their revolution and we suddenly find ourselves being forced to wear sparkly collars and make boom-boom in a sandbox.
I happened across this after all of the annoying cat memes on facebook and whatnot. Really I came for the picture then decided to read this. I got a nice chuckle out of it. Kudos for that. It’s not often a pessimistic, anti-social, egotistical asshole such as myself deems something good enough to leave a comment on.
Thanks once again,
I have 3 dogs and 4 cats. All my life, I’ve had dogs and cats together. My friends have dogs and cats. I see stray cats cuddle up to dogs, my dogs and cats cuddle and be the best of friends, and same with my friends’ cats and dogs. The cats always purr and rub on their friends, and the dogs give kisses in return. Your “dogs and cats hate each other” is very untrue my friend. All my life I have seen them all be friends and nice.
Wow. Do little birds and squirrels help you get dressed in the morning too? Wish my household was that Disney-esque.