Toe in the Water

Cats

Cats

I am very picky when it comes to dogs. I’ve known many breeds owned by others and quite a few that my father had when I was a child. That was when he was experimenting, however, and he eventually came to the same conclusion that I had reached at a very early age.

It has to be a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Preferably brindle although a red will do. And, if you really want the very best, go for a bitch. They are very slightly less trouble than males.

Strangely enough, the story is completely different when it comes to cats. My life has been lived with many cats and I never took much notice of what breed they were. It didn’t seem to matter, apart from how fluffy they were. Not really into fluffiness in either cats or dogs. I like to see the true shape of the animal and that you’ll only get with the shorthairs.

So I’ve known and owned a fair variety of cats, beginning with a Manx. But it’s the last one that has made me take notice. She’s from Florida, a stray picked up by the Girl and brought to us on return from her vacation. An unwanted addition to the family that has turned out to be a bountiful gift.

But more of that in some later post. It occurs to me that I should write about the various cats I have known. This is more possible for me than the dogs because each of those is worth a book and I just haven’t the time these days. The cats could be dealt with in a blog post each, however.

So I’m not promising anything but the intent right now is to write about those cats, a post for each. The first was a Manx, as I mentioned, and her name was Jinx.

We’ll see how long I can keep the series going.

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