I just know, that if my dog (may he RIP) had been small enough to do this, he would have. He was brought home to a house full of cats, and was consequently raised through his life (until his last two years) with cats. That’s fourteen years being bombarded with the feline persuasion. To this day, I wholeheartedly believe that he either wanted to be a cat, or already thought he was a cat. I mean after all, being around cats (never had another dog) can really mess with a canine’s mind. I don’t blame him. They were his companions and his best friends. Of course, the cats on the other hand, though they liked him, it was more than apparent that they knew full well he was NOT a cat. Try as he might, he would never fully be one of them.
About the author Chyina
I’m a Goth/Hippie who loves to try new things and dabbles in anything and everything that I find enjoyment in. That can include but is not limited to, cooking, art, digital design, jewellery making, photography, gardening, nature, animals and whatever else strikes my fancy. I’m an optimistic (occasionally) perfectionist (constantly), who can be very sarcastic (incessantly), but all in good humour. :)