At the end of the movie, The War of The Roses, Danny DeVito’s character concludes the moral of the story is that dog people should only marry dog people and cat people should only marry other cat people.
This does not bode well then, for the Greek God(zilla) and I.
I am a dog person, have always been a dog person and will always be a dog person.
The Greek God(zilla) told me he was a dog person too when we first met and he was still trying to woo me. Probably for the same reason he also told me he liked karaoke, vodka and Eastenders. He was much more agreeable in the early days.
It later transpired that nothing could be further from the truth. The Greek God(zilla) is a cat person. He doesn’t even like dogs. In fact, I would go so far as to say that he actively dislikes dogs.
Cats on the other hand, it turns out he loves.
Spartan was the name of the Greek God(zilla)’s family cat growing up. Spartan liked to wait on the garden wall for Papou to come home from work and he liked to sit by Papou as he barbecued and wait for small pieces of meat to be passed down to him. One day, after saying his goodbyes to each member of the family, Spartan simply took off and disappeared.
Paddy is my family’s chocolate labrador. He is 13 years old now and his legs are too tired to carry him around anymore, but as a young dog he was active and cuddly and would do balistic spinning on the spot whenever the w.a.l.k. word was mentioned.
I do not ‘get’ cats and they do not get me. I have never come across a cat I have wanted to take home. I do not like the stories I hear of dead birds being delivered to you in bed, of frogs being thrown around the garden or of mice being dismembered in the kitchen.
A dog would never behave this way. They are sweet and loyal and loveable and enjoy long walks. I like dogs.
So, why then have I agreed to think about getting a cat?