once and for all, why i like cats

there is a well-founded study claiming that a year of your “real age” is shaved off if you have a pet dog.

sorry, cat persons. the findings do not apply to the dog’s natural nemesis.

our home in cebu is a multiple-cat home. if the study had also claimed that cats can reduce “real age”, our ages there would be in the single digit. we are stray cat picker-uppers. like mark twain, we “just can’t resist cats. especially a purring one.”

because cats are independent. they don’t beg until they’re blue in the face. if you forget to feed them, they will bring home the carcass of partially devoured prey. if you don’t forget to feed them, they’ll bring home another carcass anyway. or lick your dinner plates clean.

because cats fit anywhere. very comfortably. in condiment pantries, in the in/out office tray, in bread baskets, in news racks, in freezers, in shoe closets, in paper bags, in backpacks, on windowsills, on lampposts, in soup tureens, in fruit bowls, on dinner plates, in shoes, in the nook of your armpit while you sleep.

because cats flop like a rag when you lift them. they lose the tension in their muscles, their head, legs and tail hang limp from your hands, you would think they’d fall in a viscous flow right through your fingers.

cats are not for the insecure. they refuse to adore you. they will ignore you very often.

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3 Responses to “once and for all, why i like cats”


  1. 1 ofel808 May 26, 2007 at 2:22 pm

    yep, i remember your cats in cebu. na hadlok gyud ko ato nila. i am scared of cats. i want to be adored by my pet, so i want to have a dog.

  2. 2 cornerseat May 27, 2007 at 11:45 pm

    hehe 🙂 hadlokan man gud ko’g iro oy… kaayo gyud

  3. 3 Carlo July 23, 2007 at 1:56 pm

    “because cats fit anywhere. very comfortably. in condiment pantries, in the in/out office tray, in bread baskets, in news racks, in freezers, in shoe closets, in paper bags, in backpacks, on windowsills, on lampposts, in soup tureens, in fruit bowls, on dinner plates, in shoes, in the nook of your armpit while you sleep.” — mine (2 sisterette kitikets) both comfortably fit inside a microwave oven… (true story)

    hehe 😛


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