Actually, I miss the option 'Both'.
Yeah, I do too !
I have had exclusively cats, because I'v lived alone most of my life, and most of my friends have had cats, and the cats got kittens and stuff.
But I'm very fond of dogs too, and I can pet them and play with them for hours on end.
One day when Ms 007 and I live together I'd like to get a cocker spaniel. I love their playfulness.
In fact, I like many types of animals, and with others (like mosquitos, flies, spiders) it's live and let live. That's why I don't eat them. That outta
be obvious, but it's not, cause meateating is so ingrained in humans.
However, if a mosquito gets into sucking my blood, I smack it.
In this connection, I have a funny story about my first cat (after several family cats as a kid): I moved into a student apartment out in Albertslund, 10 km west of Cop. The guy living there before me hadnt been much of a student, I was told; his life had stalled, and he was abusing alcohol and hash. I had just gotten my stuff into the apartment, and I was moving it into place, when I heard a rattling at my main door. I opened it but couldnt see anyone in the hall. So I closed it again and wondered what it could have been. When I got back into my living room, there was a big male cat glaring at me and saying, "Just wanna tell you, I
live here, bugger !" OK !!!
Well, we managed to become friends. In fact, I really got around to loving Kashmir. He was a proud cat who didnt take any shit. He beat up all the other male cats in the neighborhood, and I have no idea how many Kashmir Jr's there were about.
The guy before me had been a bum. He loved his cat, but often forgot to tend to its needs. So Kashmir had learned to take care of himself. One of my first days in the apartment, I found the fridge door open and several of the food packages and cans lying on the floor and bits of food lying around. In those days, I was a carnivore, so there were plenty of goodies for a cat in the fridge. I tried to tighten the door, but to no avail. The only solution was to ensure that there was always fresh tasty food in the cat bowls.
I had Kashmir for 4-5 years. Then one day a young woman came with the fine collar I had made for him. She had found him dead, run over by a car, lying in the ditch. Man, was I devastated
Then, a few months later, Tjavs came into the the picture ....