Are You a Dog Person or a Cat Person?

Ah the classic debate,

the deal breaker, 

the million dollar question...

"Are you a dog person or a cat person?"

I have always answered that question with "I'm just an animal person", 

but inside, I knew I was a dog person. 

First of all, I have really only had dogs my whole life. Sure, we had the occasional outside cat, who just suddenly appeared in our garage so we fed it. But we never had a cat that lived indoors, and we definitely never had a litter box in the house.

Second, I just LOVE dogs. I've said in a previous post that I think dogs are just the best. They are always happy to see you, they poop outside, and they are cuddlers. I never met a cat who could fit all of those criteria. My sister has a cat, but she's generally unfriendly, doesn't like to be touched, and she doesn't really like people 

{she's actually my sister in cat form}. 

When my fiance was in tech school, I felt the urge to have yet another thing to care for. It was almost like baby fever but it was kitten fever. I wanted one so badly. I decided that if I were to get one, he must be long haired, free to adopt, and must be a boy. 

Through a friend, I came upon Einstein. 

Einstein is a white, flame-point Ragdoll cat. 

Ragdoll cats are large, long-haired cats who usually have blue eyes, and are known for being extremely docile and affectionate. They were named the Ragdoll because when you pick them up, they tend to go limp, and hang in your arms. They're so smooshable and really floppy when you hold them. I can't speak for all Ragdolls, but Einstein very rarely fights being held, which is rare for most any other breed of cat. 

Einstein lived with two dogs for the first two months of his life with me. He knew how to stand up for himself around them, he would do a sort of meow-bark, and there were even a few times where the two dogs and little Einstein lined up to potty outside. Even as he has grown up, he is very vocal, and he is always happy to see you when you get home. I took him on a car trip recently and he looked out the window and sat on the center console to look out of the front window. He, like my dog, has a twinge of separation anxiety. When I leave, he cries at the backdoor until I come back. 

This is why I have found the perfect cat. 

My cat thinks he's a dog. 

It's really the best of both worlds. 

I don't know that after Einstein I will ever own another cat. Every time I have to clean out that blasted litter box, I tell myself over and over that this is it. I also tell myself how I am going to teach Einstein to do his business in the toilet-but I think that whole concept is just crossing the anthropomorphic line for me. 

I do really love my cat though. He's a good little fella. 

So now when people ask me "Are you a dog person or a cat person?", 

I answer "Well I'm a dog person. I am only a cat person for my cat."

Yes, yes I did just write a whole blog post about my cat.