Pet Parents

I want to point out a disturbing example of profiling. Can you believe that I have read that dog owners generally have more advanced social skills than >>gasp<< owners of cats?
Superficial evidence might support that premise. No, I don’t have a leash for my feline, so we don’t head out for romps in the park where we would meet other feline/human pairs playing rowdy games of fetch, jumping in puddles and on humans, greeting those on both ends of the leashes with warm smiles, playful chats and slobbery kisses. 
And no, I don’t go for joy rides giving passers-by the chance to rub his feline nose through an open window or to give him a good loving rubdown as reward for waiting obediently in the back of the pick-up listening to baby language with that extra-terrestrial tone.
Not owning a dog doesn’t mean I don’t have all the social interaction I want, when I want it, thank you, minus muddy paw prints and grass stains on my clothes and slimy pet slobber everywhere else.
You see, my cat is not into rides. He senses the usual destination. He will walk me to the car or greet me in the driveway, but no way is he hopping through an opened door, planting front paws on the dash, panting in excitement to go bye-bye.
He prefers a time of serene contemplative meditation, preferably solo, under his favorite tree or a atop his birdbath perch. If he agrees to dialogue, it must be in grown-up talk or he twitches his ears and excuses himself till I get with the program. We don’t really need the exchange of words, anyway; I understand his wishes with perfectly timed paw pats that convey a multitude of intents with variations in speed, pressure and absence or presence of claws.
The front yard is his playground. He would rather not share it with any other creature, though from time to time he might watch for amusement purposes only before enjoying a brief game of tag till the area is clear again. 
A leash would be useless. He goes where he wants when he wants or I carry him if I have to change his location before he sees the need, and only after I catch him.
Other research indicates cat owners exhibit marks of higher intelligence than do dog owners. It’s in print; it must be so.
My cat agrees. He has given his paw pat of approval along with some affectionate purring. Time to go outside.

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About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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