I always wanted a dog and when I was 16 (1980) we got a big dog, bull-mastiff/GSD mix. Looked like and acted like Scooby Doo. When he died I got another cross breed.
Five years ago, when my second dog died, I was ill and still trying to work full-time and decided that a cat would be easier to look after.
George arrived and after about a week I tried to give him back to the Cats Protection, I was depressed before I got him - but after the first week I was a wreck. I even emailed the samaritans I was so freaked out. He ran around the house screaming and opening cupboard doors. He would lock himself in cupboards and nearly hanged himself from the blinds by putting his head through the cord and jumping off the window ledge at the same time (maybe it was a cry for help!)
However he turned out to be a nice cat, if you like evil, psychopathic and vicious thugs. He died recently and when I do some renovations to my house I am going to get another cat, or two.
Dogs are great company and loving, but cats are never boring. You never know what the little monsters are going to do next. They look so cute, but are fiends.
How many friends do we have that hiss and growl at us, bite us and claw us and we still love them?
http://www.sm13.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/115682004 1_orig.jpg George Malcolm.
Susan