I love my kitty, Baxter. He's seriously unlike any cat I've ever had growing up or met before. And I know I'm going to sound like one of "those" parents that thinks their kids are the smartest, funniest, cutest, prettiest, most talented of all the kids in the world (barf, they're not), but my cat actually
is the coolest cat I know. As my friend Reed put it, "Even if you don't like cats, you'll like Baxter."
Reasons why I think my cat may be a dog:
1. He likes to play fetch. We have this ball with feathers on it. When we pitch it across the apartment, Baxter runs at full speed, picks it up, brings it back and drops it in front of us. Repeat. I do not lie.
2. He lets us know when he wants to play, and it's usually all the time. Baxter loves to chase the "feather on a string" around. When he wants to play, he'll bring it to me, set it by me, and stare/meow at me. (He literally just did it.) Who's got who trained?
3. He takes showers with me. Well, kinda. He has evolved from just sitting on the top of the toilet while I shower to actually getting
in the shower. He sits on the ledge of the tub and doesn't seem to mind getting sprayed. When I'm done, he gets in the actual tub and sits in the leftover water. He drinks it too, but will play around for a little while.
4. He likes belly rubs. He does not sleep like a "normal" cat most of the time. Meaning, all curled up. He sleeps on his back with his arms and legs splayed wide open. And sleeps.
5. He's ALWAYS there to greet us. Whenever we are returning to our apartment, he is standing by the door waiting for love. He rolls around on the floor waiting for us to pet him, which we always do. And I know he's not just standing there the whole time we're gone either because sometimes we're faster at getting through the door than him, especially if he's sleeping. I think he knows our "sound" coming up the stairs. Once when I was at home and Rob was out, Baxter jumped off the couch and took off for the door. Ten seconds later, Rob walked through. And I had heard numerous people before that coming up the steps.
6. He loves to ride in the car. He'd rather not be in the carrier, but we obviously have to use it to get him into the car. Like a cat, he fights it. But once we're in the car, we open the door, and after a few minutes, he's out. He likes to look out the window...leaving his "nose prints" all over.
And I could go on. But I won't insult my Baxter by
actually calling him a dog. He's such a goofball and makes us laugh all the time. I truly believe that rescue pets are "grateful" for the love they receive from their owners. Baxter's foster mom, Jiji, is seriously awesome too. I like to keep her posted on Baxter's latest shenanigans. She told me over and over how special Baxter was and she was not lying. These days I am much more of a "cat person." Cats are just much more mellow, they don't jump all over you, don't lick all over your face, and aren't as high maintenance as dogs. (But don't get me wrong, I LOVE dogs too! I had a black lab growing up! And let's not forget Lily either!) Go ahead, call me the crazy cat lady! I won't even be insulted.