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Ahhh . . . makes sense now. Most cats won't always come running like a dog would - every time someone walks in. But once they know who came in they'll be all over you, and they're very affectionate w/owners. But one freak of a psycho cat can wreak havoc with anyone.
But with cats if it likes you you will walk in the door and the cat will rub against you.. awesome.
With a dog its all excited and jumping all around the place and licking you and you can actually play and wrestle with a dog. And I dont being on your knees and the cat clawing at you.
Say hello to one of my kitties, Kitty, she's all whiskers. :)
This right here is my cat, Ferris. He, like PL's cat, has like an unhealthy obsession with me and he is trying to jump on me as I type this. haha. Whenever I lay down, he is right there to jump on my back. He's the nicest cat, though. Does get a tad annoying but, I love em.
Then lastly there is my old puppy. She doesnt do much but, I <3 my old ass doggy. :) She's a lot like Ladybird from King of the Hill. She's alive but just barely it seems. ha.
One of my dogs loved to hunt snakes. If he found one in the ditch he would go after it. He would bark at it a ton and let it strike at him while he jumps back. Then he will wait for the best moment when it strikes at him and he will jump behind it and grab its neck and break it in half. Then he brings it back to us and drops it at our feet just like that cat did with the mouse.
My grandparents had a dog when I was young, and this dog would snatch bees, hornets, anything with a stinger, right out of the air and kill them. Somehow hever got stung either. I was deathly afraid of bees when I was that age, and once, she found a ground wasps nest and just laid on it until my grandfather was able to get the bee killer. She would bite the ones trying to get in, but she would whimper every once in a while when the ones below her would bite her. (They don't sting, they bite, and from my experience, it isn't exactly the best feeling in the world) Her name was Snickers, and she was the definition of loyal. She protected me like I was one of her puppies, but died when I was like 10, to this day still the best dog I've ever seen.