I enjoy my cats. GREAT company. They don't wake me up barking,and they amuse me when they play fight each other. It's hilarious to watch a 4 lb female cat "take down" my 16 lb tom. He falls right over,just like she overpowered him.
The secret to cat ownership is to NEVER have just one cat. Cats are very social creatures,and need another cat in the house to socialize and play with.
Cats are strange,though. I once had a calico female that weighed maybe 6 lbs follow my Doberman home. She was the Dobie's pet cat. She lived with me for about a year before I could touch her without getting bit or scratched,yet when I would let her in the house at night she was so happy to see the Dobie she would do figure 8's around the Dobies legs while being licked to the point of getting soaked. Tiny little thing that never took no crap off of man nor beast her entire life. The first time she had kittens,the Dobie would cry out when she did,and helped her clean them off. The Dobie would even babysit them while she was outside,and try to nurse them. Wasn't real worried about anybody breaking into my apartment while the kittens were there.
After I moved back home one of my father's friends once made the mistake of taking his ball cap off and swatting at her with it to get her out of the seat where he wanted to sit,and she went right up his arm and was trying to dig his eyes out before he knew what was happening. By the time I jumped up and pulled her off of him,he was dripping blood from the forearm he used to shield his eyes. The next time he came in,she came in from a bedroom to see who was there,spotted him,and started stalking around the chair and growling at him. After that he refused to come in the house unless she was locked in a different room so she couldn't get at him. It was hilarious. She could smell and hear him and knew who it was,and you could sometimes hear her growling from the back bedroom because she knew he was there and she couldn't get to him.
I brought that cat home from Denver,and one of the first things she did was piss off a uncle by walking a half-mile up the road to his house every day to kick his Siamese tom's ass and eat the toms gourmet cat food. My uncle grabbed a shotgun one day and was going to shoot her until my aunt told him it was my cat and I'd probably shoot him if he did. She was right.
She died about 18 years after she followed the Dobie home. Cancer. I had to have her put down,and I still miss her.
