How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love Cats

How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love Cats

Por Joey Mills

I am a dog person. I always have been. By that I do not mean I am some sort of mutant canine-human hybrid barking in eternal terror while trying to comprehend the complex emotions of our existence. I mean that for as long as I can remember I have always favoured dogs over cats.

It has been conditioned in me from birth. Not only did we have Charlie the Caen terrier running around the house for almost as long as I can remember, but television leaned heavily towards the bark over the meow. Catwoman era el malo de aventuras de Batman, Garfield spent his life sarcastically tormenting the endlessly cheerful Odie while whatever Jerry had done to Tom, los constantes intentos de los felinos para asesinar a su enemigo peludo parecía excesivo en el extremo. On the other side of the fence, Scooby Doo solved mysteries, Snoopy was the coolest friend any budding Charlie Brown could ask for and even Superman himself, the hero of heroes, was aided and abetted by Krypto the Superdog. See to my young eyes dogs were not just good pets, they were super.

So when it was put to me by my lovely partner that we should get a cat I was understandably sceptical. Not only did we already have a dog, albeit one whose superpower appeared to be destroying household items and urinating on furniture, but I had never trusted cats. “¿Qué pasa si se trata de pegarme con un mazo?" Lloré, to no avail. “¿Y si se come toda nuestra lasaña y llama a nuestros nombres de perro?”Supliqué. Incluso he jugado la carta “Soy alérgico a los gatos”, which was in fact no lie. Cada vez que estaba alrededor de la casa de mi ex-novia y me veo el gato nariz correría, Estaría estornudando tres veces por segundo y los ojos corría crónicamente. Después de que rompí con ella me di cuenta de que probablemente no fue culpa del gato, but I digress.

Como el deseo de mi nuevo amor de un gato creció se llevó a mostrarme fotos de gatitos. I kind of nodded along, acknowledged their cuteness and thought nothing of it until the day I returned home from work to find a travel case on our ironing board. I peeked inside and I melted. Not literally, Yo no estaba muy alérgica que. But the tiny little ball of white and black fur that squinted back at me strummed at my heartstrings straight away. Pongo mi dedo y dijo algo así como “así que tenemos un gato. When were you going tell me? Usted sabe que no tenemos espacio para OH MY GOD SHES LLEVAR A CABO MI MANO EN patas!" Eso fue todo. Un hombre de 26 años de edad que no podría haber sido más de un amante de los perros si hubiera sido salvado de un colapso pozo de extracción por Lassie estaba completamente enamorada de un gatito viejo de cuatro semanas, que sería conocido como Mystery.

No voy a decir que no fueron obstáculos para mi nuevo estatus como un amante del gato. A healthy dose of HayMax was needed to overcome the pangs of my allergy to the feline brethren. It turns out no matter how cute they are, I am still allergic to cats. And I certainly never stopped being a dog person, a pesar de mi impulso ocasionalmente abrumador para dejar nuestro perro fuera de la casa de alguien durante la noche con una nota diciendo “espero que tenga los muebles a prueba de agua y más paciencia que yo”. But Mystery has become a wonderful part of our lives.

Her meow is a sweet little note, más pequeña que la colección de Oscar Leonardo Di Caprio, pero gratificante escuchar. And I will never cease to become a cooing, blithering mess every time she wraps her tail around herself when she is cold. Si alguna vez propiedad de un gato usted sabrá exactamente lo que estoy hablando. If not then I would heartily recommend it. Even if like me you need a bit of HayMaxTM to stop you sneezing every time you curl up with the little treasure.