I was never really a "cat person" growing up. I always liked cats but I was a little more fearful of being bitten by a cat than a dog for some reason. I guess because we always had dogs and I was just more comfortable with them. Then a couple of years ago my hubby looked outside the window and told me we were in trouble. I looked out to see our son coming across the street with a little kitten on his heals.
We ended up taking that kitten in, of course, and we named her Biscuit. She has grown into a beautiful cat. She is not a lap cat, or super lovey kind of cat that wants constant petting, but she is sweet and fun to have around. She got along well with our dog, Dottie and cats are really less maintenance in a lot of ways, whether they are indoor cats or go outside.
We lost Dottie back in May, (which was heartbreaking), and now we face the "Do we get another dog?" issue. In many ways I have enjoyed not having to worry about getting home to let a dog out, and it is easier to make travel plans because Biscuit requires less care. But there is just something about a dog and their devotion that is different than a cat. I think we will give it more time and then perhaps get another dog. Biscuit won't be too thrilled, but I know a certain little boy that will be.
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