Reasons why cats are better than dogs

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A co-worker had a super mini cat it was the size of a rat. It was so awesome.

 

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That's a randomass thread...
I like this though, keeps my mind going on things.

I'll argue that after having cats, dogs, and snakes, snakes are the cheapest monthly upkeep and easiest to take care of PROVIDED THEY ARE UNDER 6 FEET LONG.

My boa constrictor hit 10 feet and was as wide as both of my forearms without being fed.
I ended up having to give her away because of increasing difficulties for maintenance.

I've only had 2 dogs. One died of old age, I got him second hand from my uncle.
He'd made the mistake of jumping in the water while my uncle had him out on a boat on a fishing trip.
Got crap clawed pretty badly, f00ked up his leg, spent a solid 9 months in recovery.

My other dog ran away and never came back.
I think that somebody must've decided to just locally adopt him as a stray of their own.
I live in a very small countryside town, it's a 2-hour drive through woods no matter which direction you come in from to get here.
Most people have a thing for dogs here.
So I can see that easily happening, especially because he was a younger golden retriever.

I've MOSTLY had cats my whole life.

I got Tiger when I was 7. When I was 18, on Christmas Eve, my mother accidentally ran him over in the driveway because she was high and didn't see him there and he was blind in one eye and old. I have his urn in a cat-shaped ceramic black urn, with mummy beads and an Ankh from an Egyptian import that I got.

Midnight was my lapcat, to the point that Tiger got jealous in his age.
Admittedly, I prepared him for the outside world and trained her to be an inside cat.
I named her Midnight because she had one blue eye and one green eye.
Regardless of my efforts, eventually she got out. Tiger managed himself fine, the two got along despite his jealousy. He was kind of surrogate dad.
My drugged-out aunt and her husband ran her over on purpose when I was 16.
Because my mother complained to much about her yappy Pomeranian, Johnny.
My sister has her urn.
Midnight was SUPPOSED to be my sisters cat, but cats choose their owners, and she chose me instead.

Tiger had a sister named Lady, who was my sister's cat.
Lady dyed first, because she'd suffered some sort of head trauma, I can't remember how, because I was young at the time.
Midnight was meant to be her replacement.

Anyway I...don't own any pets anymore.
I think it's kind of obvious why.
I love animals, but I don't want to attach myself to something that eventually won't be there.
That thought admittedly stems from my experience with romantic relationships as well.

 

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That's a randomass thread...
I like this though, keeps my mind going on things.

I'll argue that after having cats, dogs, and snakes, snakes are the cheapest monthly upkeep and easiest to take care of PROVIDED THEY ARE UNDER 6 FEET LONG.

My boa constrictor hit 10 feet and was as wide as both of my forearms without being fed.
I ended up having to give her away because of increasing difficulties for maintenance.

I've only had 2 dogs. One died of old age, I got him second hand from my uncle.
He'd made the mistake of jumping in the water while my uncle had him out on a boat on a fishing trip.
Got crap clawed pretty badly, f00ked up his leg, spent a solid 9 months in recovery.

My other dog ran away and never came back.
I think that somebody must've decided to just locally adopt him as a stray of their own.
I live in a very small countryside town, it's a 2-hour drive through woods no matter which direction you come in from to get here.
Most people have a thing for dogs here.
So I can see that easily happening, especially because he was a younger golden retriever.

I've MOSTLY had cats my whole life.

I got Tiger when I was 7. When I was 18, on Christmas Eve, my mother accidentally ran him over in the driveway because she was high and didn't see him there and he was blind in one eye and old. I have his urn in a cat-shaped ceramic black urn, with mummy beads and an Ankh from an Egyptian import that I got.

Midnight was my lapcat, to the point that Tiger got jealous in his age.
Admittedly, I prepared him for the outside world and trained her to be an inside cat.
I named her Midnight because she had one blue eye and one green eye.
Regardless of my efforts, eventually she got out. Tiger managed himself fine, the two got along despite his jealousy. He was kind of surrogate dad.
My drugged-out aunt and her husband ran her over on purpose when I was 16.
Because my mother complained to much about her yappy Pomeranian, Johnny.
My sister has her urn.
Midnight was SUPPOSED to be my sisters cat, but cats choose their owners, and she chose me instead.

Tiger had a sister named Lady, who was my sister's cat.
Lady dyed first, because she'd suffered some sort of head trauma, I can't remember how, because I was young at the time.
Midnight was meant to be her replacement.

Anyway I...don't own any pets anymore.
I think it's kind of obvious why.
I love animals, but I don't want to attach myself to something that eventually won't be there.
That thought admittedly stems from my experience with romantic relationships as well.

Wow! Some people are such ****. My cat was an indoor cat for the first 10 years of his life. But, all of a sudden he seemed really depressed and moped around. He was a very large cat, about 30 pounds, and had his claws. So, I left the door wide open for several days. Finally he stepped outside. Then he inspected the yard. He really seemed to perk up. So, I put in a cat door. He got in several cat fights that I saw. But, the other cats didn't stand a chance. He was huge compared to them.

Then he started going missing for several days at a time. One time I was out riding my bike several miles away from my house and there he was. He ran right up to me. I stopped, petted him, and then he took off. I was like WTH? He had to cross three 6 lane major roads to get to there. Obvious he was good at dodging vehicles. One time he was gone for two weeks. Then all of a sudden I saw him jumping on top of the fence and back into the yard. Many times he came back scratched up and not looking to good. But, he seemed happy. But as he aged, he got arthrists bad in his hip and back legs and his mind was gone. So, I put him down at about age 14. He had a good life.