Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Cat Ladies Versus Dog Ladies
An interesting debate has sprung up in the comments section of one of my favourite blogs, Gawker.com, over the myth -- or is it a myth? -- of the crazy cat lady. And how hilarious is that picture, by the way? I almost weep with laughter every time I look at it. Look at the expression on the cat's face!
Anyway, as loyal readers to RTK know, I have cats. But I was a latecomer to the cat world, only getting my first one at age 35 after a childhood of dogs and a lifetime of cat allergies. Now I am no longer allergic and have three, but only admit publicly to having two, since the third just showed up and is ancient and hideous and a pervert and I am waiting for him to die. First sign of sniffles, he is being euthanized. Three cats, I agree, suggests some sort of mental illness.
However, except for the aforementioned depression I am battling, I think I am quite sane. I don't knit sweaters for the cats like that crazy lunatic above, nor do I feel I have no need for human interaction because of their presence in my life. They aren't replacement boyfriends/husbands, although the young, non-pervy male does sleep next to me on the queen-sized bed with his head on the pillow as though he thinks he is my husband (I have traded a snorer for a purr-er, and the cat never gets randy before bedtime). I don't take lots of pictures of them or send out Christmas cards on their behalf. I don't talk about them very much. But I do like having them around, find them to be fun, sweet, affectionate and low-maintenance pets, and am glad I have them, except for the old dry-humping pervert-kitty.
I was over looking at Tearfree's other blog today and realized, in alarm, she seems to have foresaken RTK for the Scottish Terrier and Dog News. But I know Tearfree, and she's no crazy dog lady. Right, Tearfree??? Or is she? Tearfree -- have you become a crazy dog lady? All doggie blogging, all the time?
I know a crazy dog lady, and she's no Tearfree. She keeps scrapbooks to record every milestone of her dogs' lives, lets them eat off her fork, equates them with peoples' children in conversation (as in: "Little Tommy was very ill last night with strep throat." Reply: "Hmmm ... well, Bailey had a very restless sleep last night as well. She was walking around the house all night!"), and I fear, deeply, deeply fear, that peanut butter might play an active role in this single woman's sex life, and if you don't know what I mean by that, I am sorry, I cannot explain it here, in this family blog.
What I am getting at here is that I believe the average dog lady can often be crazier than the average cat lady. Because dogs require far more of an active role by the humans in their lives. You can't leave a few bowls of water and food around the house, pat the dog good-bye and go away for the weekend the way you can with cats. Dogs, by necessity, become a much bigger presence in a dog-owner's life, and for this I declare that dog ladies can often be far crazier than cat ladies.
But it is open for discussion.