I have been an avid fan of dogs* my entire life. Not only did I subscribe to "Dog Fancy" magazine at the age of 11, I would also look in the back of said magazine and order all of the free catalogs I could (the catalogs would range from gourmet doggie treats to hand carved urns for your beloved pooch).
But, as much as I was a dog-lover, I was an even bigger cat-hater. Equating the feline species to Satan's helpers was so natural and I used to say that if I was old and unmarried, I would be a "dog lady" - never a "cat lady". Cats seemed spoiled, sassy, and conniving. I felt as though when they rubbed your leg, it was never a sign of affection, but a sign that "you should feed and/or pay attention to me right now or else I will claw your furniture and your eyes to shreds". Dogs, on the other hand, would do anything for you and ask nothing in return. They are not out to get you or your family members (Lady and the Tramp, anyone?).
So what happened? I found a cat I liked** and there was a warming of my heart similar to that of when the Grinch feels the Christmas spirit. In a split second, I was transformed into this giddy little girl with my old speech impediment, wooing ovew the wittle gwey kitty.
So needless to say, Brad and I are considering getting a kitty (specifications must include: 1. girl, 2. de-clawed). We are unsure as to what we'd name it, but here is the result of my brainstorming:
Matisse, Elle, Bella, Principessa, Frida, Amelie, Sasha, Mia, Simone, or Cat Stevens
I think Cat Stevens is winning right now.
*When I mention dogs, I mean a real-sized dog. None of these "toy" sized things...I file those in the same category as cats. Basically, if I could accidentally step on it and kill it, I don't consider it a dog.
**I also found this, which sealed the deal:
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