If you’re on Facebook, you may have noticed that yesterday was apparently “National Dog Day” again.  I feel like we just had such a day but that’s besides the point…

I couldn’t help but think if I were posting as many pictures of my cats as my friends posted of their dogs, I would never hear the end of it.  In fact, I got so much crap for posting pictures of the girls that I started a blog.  I rarely post photos of the cats on my person page now.  Instead, I post them on the blog’s Facebook page.

The double standard always drives me crazy.  My friends who have dogs are way more over the top about their pets than I am with the cats.  And yet I’m the crazy one.

Among the dog photos I saw yesterday, a friend of mine also posted this article about why we should stop trying to debunk the crazy cat lady stereotype.  I agree to a point.  Especially with this excerpt from the end:

To some she may be a spinster, but to me she is independent.
She may be considered dowdy, but I say she has authentic and individual style.
To some she may even be crazy, but to me she is a woman who has always felt empowered to strike her own path.

There are so many things about being a cat person that make me “better” than my dog friends.  I can be much more independent and spontaneous. You will never hear me beg off plans because my pet needs to pee.  I can literally pick up and leave for multiple days in a row at any time without worrying about who is going to watch my pets.  When it’s 30 below in January, I don’t ever have to get out of bed, put on 15 layers, and walk my pet.  I would never dream of just showing up at someone’s house with my pet without asking first.

I’m not saying that my friends who love their dogs are wrong.  In fact, in some ways I’m way more of a dog person than a cat person.  My cats just happen to be easy to care for compared to dogs and I personally know I don’t have the time or the energy to deal with a dog right now.  Truth be told, neither do plenty of people who have dogs and I just know better than to think they’d be a good pet for me.

I find myself lucky because I have the best of both worlds.  My cats have more personality packed into 7 and 14 pounds than some St. Bernards.  They are cuddly and affectionate.  They greet me at the door.  They can curl up into tiny little spaces and snooze for hours when they just want to be left alone (which isn’t all that often if I’m home).

Yes, I am quirky and prefer being along sometimes.  Yes, I’d rather stay home and drink wine than go out every night of the week.  Yes, I could lay in bed all day and read a book instead of venturing outside.  But I was all of those things before I was a cat person so they really have nothing to do with the girls.
Signature Small