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Contrary to myth, it's perfectly possible to love both. 

I've loved my kittes over the years.  Each of them was dear to my heart.  Sweet, loving and wonderful.  People who don't like cats, have never had a cat actually love them.  Because they are wonderfully loving pets, they just tend to love who they love... and not give a shit about anyone else.  They are also easier to care for than dogs.

I've also loved each and every one of the dogs I have had and the one I do have.  They are open hearted little joyful creatures who crave affection and return it in  kind.  They're somewhat more demanding  (and perhaps a bit more... childlike?)  than cats, but it's all love.

The only pet I've had (and I've had everything from cats, dogs, horses, gerbils, to rabbits) that I really would never have again is a rabbit.  (Maybe the gerbils, but honestly, the gerbils were easy pets, only real problem being their tendency to devour some of their babies).  The rabbit, however, was neither easy, nor affectionate, nor all that up on the idea of being a pet in the first place.

I always agreed with the rule my sister gave about pets to her children.  She told them that the only pets they were allowed to have were pets that want to be your pet, that caring for other kinds of animals is a different sort of thing and not one she was signing up for.  Dogs and cats want to be with you and to be your pet.  If you don't adopt them, they're just as likely to adopt you. 

There's a reason they've both been domestic pets for thousands of years.  They've evolved to live with us.

Date: 2012-03-19 05:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shipperx.livejournal.com
Honestly, I don't know. Reddish ones.

Date: 2012-03-19 05:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kitmarlowescot2.livejournal.com
They were then probably Rhode island reds, New Hampshires, or maybe even red sex links.

Date: 2012-03-20 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shipperx.livejournal.com
My mom or Dad probably know. Grandad was Mom's dad, but he just gardened and kept chickens (because they lived in the rural, rural, rural deep South). Dad's dad own a huge farm and his mom ran a store, and his mom grew her own chickens selling their eggs at her story. (And the reason grandad was Grandad and Dad's dad and mom are his dad and mom is that my father's parents died before I was born. Mom's parents were the grandparents I grew up with).

Date: 2012-03-20 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kitmarlowescot2.livejournal.com
I know what you mean, they are family to you. But you didn't know them, so while you treasure it when your dad talks about them you don't feel that connection. Or maybe that is just me.

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