Let me set the record straight, first off: I am a dog person. I have owned three dogs in my eighteen years and cannot foresee the rest of my life being any different. Not only am I deathly (well, not deathly...but extremely) allergic to cats without taking medicine - while taking the allergy tests where they prick your back, the doctor said he had never seen someone react so badly, and would I mind if he take a photo? - but cats are, put simply, quite apathetic. While I admire their relative self-sufficiency and independence, I find dogs' general need for companionship relatable and comforting.
However, I cat-sit for my neighbor while he and his wife go on trips, and I have to say that having a cat open up to you is quite a rewarding experience. Their cat, Callie, has, over the past couple days, started to trust me. Today, she actively sought me out to rub up against my legs while purring. Bonding with an animal is not the same as connecting with a human; the former implies a special kind of unrequited love that is difficult to create with other people. I can't deny that bonding with Callie, a relatively off-standish cat, makes me feel like a Cat Whisperer. Is it my charisma? Is it the gourmet cooked shrimp I hand-feed her? I may never know.
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