Mostly true - and that's part of why they're cool, they have the life we all wish we did.
Dogs can lay around too, but they'll come when they're called. You can't really call a cat unless you rattle the Whiskers box.
You can't play fetch no, but you can play with them. Besides, it seems a bit dumb of an animal to chase something you threw and bring it back - seems to me the smarter animal would keep on running away with it since you clearly don't want it.
Yeah, it's dumb, but fun. Besides, my dog never really mastered the whole bringing it back thing. As soon as you pick up a tennis raquet he was off, anticipating the tennis ball that would come his way.
Meh, I don't need a pet to give me a reason to exercise or get outside. I don't get a pet to increase my chores either - a cat is much lower maintenance.
No, but they can be a handy companion to have on a walk. What chores? Stick dog outside. Feed and water him occasionally [/end maintenence].
I also don't get a pet so I can make it a circus clown. You can 'train' a cat to ensure it doesn't go where you don't want it.
Well not a circus clown, but it's nice to have a dog that obeys commands. I've yet to see a cat round up a load of sheep. Our cat knows the boundaries of our property and will rarely venture outside the fence. He knows everything he needs is either in or near the house. Likewise the dogs, so I dont see how cats have the advantage here.
Incorrect - and this is what I love most about cats, they need to adopt you - they're not just dumbly affectionate to whoever gives them food. When they adopt you, they do indeed give a shit about you - and it's awesome. See, a cat chooses to spend time with you, a dog does it because you're there
Well, they are. A few years ago when we used to live somewhere in town, there was this white cat that would always cross through our property on his way to wherever. One day we put a bowl of food and some water out for him. He stayed ever since. If you're rotten to them they'll avoid you and if you're affectionate they'll remember it and come back to you. Some cats are bastards as well though, such as the one on my grandfather's farm who ruled the machinery shed with iron claws. Bad tempered, nasty old mog which attacked you if you went too close. Noone shed many tears when he died.
I'll tell you a story about my grandfather's dog (might've posted it once before, but what the hell). He was a Kelpie called 'Baz' who worked as a top sheep dog on the old man's farm for several years. He was excellent with the sheep, a loyal friend and loved playing football with us kids. When grandad went into the town one day (dog perched on the back of the ute) Baz was stolen overnight. We never saw or heard of him for the next five years. On Christmas Eve (I shit you not) he appeared at my grandma's house not far out of town, malnourished and tired. Somehow he knew where to go upon escaping the people who captured him (we'll never know what happened). We rung grandad who came right over, and the dog knew exactly who he was, and the reunion between the two was something I dont think I'll ever forget. Baz was the only dog on the whole farm that was allowed the tinned dogmeat, all the others made do with biscuits. That was how much the old man loved that dog, and I suspect the feeling was mutual.
Both have now passed on sadly. I know it sounds like the drivel you read in Take 5 or That's Life, and I've sort of toyed with the idea of writing in for a shot at the $400 or so on offer. Heck, it's better than most of the crap they publish in those rags
Anyway, carry on