Monday, April 18, 2011

Why Do We Love Them So? By Cheryl Malandrinos

*Once again I apologize for Bloggers poor formatting. I'm not sure what's going on. :( Our next guest post in our Readers Heart Animals month if from Cheryl! I've had the pleasure of "knowing" Cheryl since I've started blogging and if you have a chance you should check her out. ************************************************************************************* Cheryl Malandrinos is a freelance writer and editor. A regular contributor for Writer2Writer, her articles focus on increasing productivity through time management and organization. A founding member of Musing Our Children, Ms. Malandrinos is also Editor in Chief of the group’s quarterly newsletter, Pages & Pens. ************************************************************************************* Cheryl is a Tour Coordinator for Pump Up Your Book, a book reviewer, and blogger. Little Shepherd is her first children’s book. Ms. Malandrinos lives in Western Massachusetts with her husband and two young daughters. She also has a son who is married. You can visit Cheryl online at http://ccmalandrinos.com/ or the Little Shepherd blog at http://littleshepherdchildrensbook.blogspot.com/. ************************************************************************************* Why Do We Love Them So? By Cheryl Malandrinos **************************************************************************** I’m convinced cat owners are special. How else could we put up with pouring so much love into a relationship with four-legged creatures that don’t care about our existence unless we’re feeding them, brushing them, or cleaning out their litter boxes? I’ve owned cats most of my adult life, and I still can’t tell you why. I had a dog growing up. Fritz was a good companion; he learned a few tricks, and other than when he got mad at you and peed on your bed, he was fun to have around. But cats? I just don’t understand them. What’s worse, I don’t know why I love them so much. Take my first cat, Ashley. She hated people. Unless you were feeding her, she wanted nothing to do with you. I kept trying to encourage her to be playful, bought her toys and treats, but nothing ever worked. Then came Tito. Now, he was beautiful. A Siamese mix, he was my baby from day one. He was a fun kitten, though not many pairs of nylons survived. If you were looking for companionship, however, you needed to go elsewhere. He tolerated being petted, but if you kept at it too long, he would scratch your arm off. Here I was giving these cats more attention than I gave to brushing my hair in the morning, and they could barely bother to rub up against my legs and purr. Actually, Tito didn’t purr. He yowled. I guess Siamese cats are talkers. Anyone out there speak Siamese? I think our luck in choosing cats that have a greater compassion for our limited human intelligence is improving. Stubby, our Pixie-Bob with the stubby tail—hence the name—encourages us to pet her. She even looks us in the eye when we talk to her. I think she’s laughing at us. Killer, despite his name, couldn’t hurt a fly. That could be because he’s 18 pounds and can’t run after anything faster than a snail. He’s as close to a dog as a cat could get; though he’s much too dignified to admit it. He follows my husband around the house everywhere he goes, but if you look at him, he tries to make it appear like he was heading in a different direction. The kittens, Giggles and Boots, humor us lower life forms by playing with the numerous toys we buy, and engaging in playful kitten games running through the house and knocking things over. Lest we forget whose boss, they’ve also nibbled the life out of several silk flower arrangements, torn up a few carpets, and broken a lamp I bought for my husband fifteen years ago when we vacationed in North Carolina. They definitely don’t want us thinking they are getting too attached to us. Not everyone is cut out to be a cat owner. They aren’t the faithful companions that dogs are, and yet, they are more comforting to snuggle up with than a hamster or a ferret. I can’t understand why I speak baby talk to my cats or why I would rather take daily doses of asthma medication than have a cat-free house. I just know I love my furry little beasts and our house couldn’t possibly be a home without them. ************************************************************************************* Check her out online here: http://ccmalandrinos.com/ http://littleshepherdchildrensbook.blogspot.com/ http://thebookconnectionccm.blogspot.com/ http://booktoursandmore.blogspot.com/ http://childrensandteensbookconnection.wordpress.com/ http://profwritersconnect.blogspot.com/ http://www.pumpupyourbook.com/

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