Cats. You either hate them or you love them, there is rarely a middle ground. A cat as a pet is always different then a cat as a stray and whether or not you grew up with them often has a pull on your affections for them. Some people are horribly allergic to felines and thus can’t stand them. (My best friend’s boyfriend for example is drastically allergic and when he comes to our apartment curses our two cats to no end; he is, however, getting used to being teary-eyed and sneezing.)
This particular post is part jest, in reference to the “cat blog,” that is a joke in the Internet community for the eerie truth behind it. Everyone seems to have a cat story and everyone posts pictures of their cats (if you are a cat lover, which is funny because dog lovers are not nearly as insane as cat people, at least with the “cat power” (not the band) mentality). True, there are the cat fanatics, and they can be a little, how you say, creepy? There is also the “crazy cat lady” (and the same friend and I have decided is the best way to go as we age).
By the way, here is a picture of my cat:

Now that we have gotten that out of the way I wanted to bring up a few things that people don’t usually think about when bashing the idea of having a pet. A recent New York Times article glorified the role of cats in the Iraq war and how having them around gave some beacon of hope and life to an otherwise dismal situation. Having a pet in general has been known to make you happier. Also, people that don’t get along with animals or abuse them have been known to be disturbed and psychopaths. (Maybe I made that one up a wee bit)
So the moral of this whimsical blog is that give it a chance, cats, pets, love…live longer and happier and remember, not all cats are stuck up and uncaring. My cat, fetches, plays chase and wants to bury stuff. So maybe I am a dog person in disguise.
And here is another picture of Pico de Gato–just to get it out of my system: