As you might be aware, I do a number of radio shows throughout the week from my internet radio site – The Wilson Waffling Radio Station – catchy name or what! As well as these shows, I also present a show on the university radio station (Radio YSJ) and part of this show involves a competition with my co-presenter, Alex. This week he won, but I really don’t understand how he did it!
A long time ago now, I went down to my mum’s house to find that she had found a kitten/cat up her tree meowing and obviously lost. Because she had a dog already, I agreed to take it in and look after it until the Cats Protection League could take it off my hands. As you can probably imagine, they never did take her away from me, and hopefully Tosca (that was the cat’s name) had a great life with me until sadly she had to be put down due to stomach cancer. (pause for a sad moment and the wiping away of a single tear). One of the new segments on the radio show is when Alex and I decide between two options and then put it to the vote with the listeners via a StrawPoll. The winner gets a point and the person with the least number of points by Easter has to buy the other one an Easter Egg! This week’s ‘This or That’ – that’s what the segment is called – was Dogs or Cats? Alex chose dogs and with myself having the cat option, for which I was pleased, the options went to the vote – and the result was….DOGS WON!!! what! how can this be! I think some of you might have been mislead by your wolf like companions, so here are the reasons why you should have gone cats!
Less licking! – Well, this section says it all! Let’s for a moment consider, and maybe write down, where a dog’s tongue goes…come on…think about it. Once you have covered all of its own body parts, consider the floor, the ground, what it sniffs…I could go on but quite frankly my OCD is going bananas just thinking about it. Now I am not saying that cats do not lick all those places as well, far from it, I know they do but, and this is the crunch point – cats very rarely lick you! The number of people I see receiving ‘doggy kisses’ or letting their dog lick their faces and hands etc! Cats are more refined and more sensible about their licking. My cat only used to lick my hand just before she bit me – obviously she didn’t want to get her teeth dirty.
“…but the thought have putting my hand within a plastic bag and picking up something warm and ‘squishy’..”
Less demanding – Independence is a great thing. As we are growing up it is something which we strive for and that moment when we get our own house key, phone, or even house is a great moment. Living a single life – yes I know that’s hard to believe, but I am STILL single – I have the advantage of being completely independent, doing what I want, when I want to – of course within reason. Cats mirror this life style. They are independent beings living with you in an almost symbiotic relationship. They make your room look homely when they are curled up in front of the fire and act as a hot water bottle for your lap when you are chilly and, in return, you feed them, let them out and give them the occasional stroke. Dogs on the other hand I can only imagine is like having a five year old child living with you. Always needed to be walked, or fed, or played with or even just given attention. You never needed to get back to walk my cat mainly because she had a magnetic cat flap to come and go as she wanted. Although this had its advantages it also came with some negatives. In order to activate the cat flap she wore a magnet on her collar and this had the habit off attracting metal objects. She once came home with a metal nail attached to it and once I found her trying to get through the flap with a spoon attached horizontally! It was like one of those old comedy films when they try to get through the window with a ladder round the wrong way! Of course the magnet prevented other cats getting in so she would pick a fight with them then run home and through the flap. I would then be woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of a cat fight through the flap – I often thought I was being invaded!
Poop! – I know this one might get me into some trouble, but my cat used to spend a lot her time out and about, roaming and hunting in the local field. She only started to use a litter tray in later life…although this had to have a cover on it, since in her old age she would often ‘miss’ – hope you are not eating breakfast! She often used to bring my trophies back from her field exploits – mice, shrews, small birds you name it. Often I would wake up in bed to find her sat on my chest with the ‘trophy’ still dangling from her mouth, slightly twitching. One of the main advantages of the field was that she did her ‘business’ out there. Before I get a barrage of hate mail from gardeners – I know that it is not pleasant to find cat pooh in your rose bed but I’m sure like a good cat she did her business and then covered it up so it didn’t spoil the ‘look’ of the bed. With dogs, it is a completely different story. I’m so pleased that dog poop is now more often than not picked up, but I don’t think I could do it at all. At a push I might be able to use some sort of plastic device, but the thought of putting my hand within a plastic bag and picking up something warm and ‘squishy’ – I’m sorry I just can’t go there! I think dogs are pretty clever, not only do they get their owners to take them for walks, but they also get them to pick up their poop!
I hope this might have made you all reconsider your initial vote and realise how much better cats are than dogs 🙂 Of course, you might have your own views and I look forward to hearing/seeing them in the comments below or on Twitter/Facebook. Look out for when this topic gets discussed on the Waffling Wednesday Show on my own radio station where you will be able to contribute via Twitter and Skype (wilsonwaffling).
Although I will never get another cat, its only through writing this that I have remembered the fun times me and Tosca had together and in a strange way, how much I miss her. I hope she is still enjoying the fields in the kitty heaven although being the independent sort, I’m sure she has long since forgotten about me.