I’m not sure how people can’t love cats (at least the sleeping variety). This is my rather large little boy, Boromir, after about six solid hours of sleeping on my bed. He didn’t rouse himself for at least another hour or two.
What is it exactly that people have against the feline kind? Personally, I think that it’s their jealousy. Think about it: house cats have a pretty posh life; they eat, sleep, play, and are basically worshiped by owners. The wild varieties have a natural grace, both elegant and lethal. They’re svelte, have amazing balance and a tendency to come out of any danger on top, plus, we have to consider those claws—not something that most of us would argue with. Ever watched two cats fighting? Let me tell you, the most digitally altered human fight for a screen is nothing compared to two cats showing their bitter enmity. They are tough, lovely, mysterious, aloof, and, well, feline. Come to think of it, I’m pretty jealous of them myself. I'm filled with endless admiration for them.
"If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." ~Mark Twain
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