Could you really be a cat person? The real reason cats are man’s best friend
Growing up, I was a dog guy… and annoyingly proud.
I drank the Kool-Aid. I bought the milk bones. I even kept a tennis ball in my pocket for an emergency game of fetch.— You never know when your dog might get the urge.
And I loved being a dog guy. Every time I got asked those stupid ice-breaking questions, the ones that rarely reveal anything significant, the “what do you like better, dogs or cats?” of the world, I would proudly say dogs and even hold a bit of contempt for anyone who disagreed. I was highly suspicious of people who said cats.
You like cats? Are you ok?
Do you need help?
Is there something I can do for you?
Hey Johnny, keep an eye on Greta. She’s a cat person. She can’t be trusted.
Which, of course, like nearly all assumptions, is inherently stupid.
But then, like a midlife crisis where everything you once thought was solid is now flimsy, my identity was shaken after I moved into a house with a cat.
And with a healthy ounce of regret, I have to admit I think I’m a cat guy. Here’s why:
