Two ways my cat is very much like a dog: 1. She will eat any leftover I offer her, whether it’s sweet potato or broccoli or fish skin. Though a dainty little creature, she doubles as a living trash compactor, and the thrifty Jew-Scotswoman in me appreciates this quality more than I can say. 2. To indicate her pleasure, she wags her tail. When she’s especially happy, she thumps her tail emphatically on the carpet. In sum, baby kitty Grace is neither cat nor dog. She is my darling cog.
Two ways my cat is very much like a dog: 1. She will eat any leftover I offer her, whether it’s sweet potato or broccoli or fish skin. Though a dainty little creature, she doubles as a living trash compactor, and the thrifty Jew-Scotswoman in me appreciates this quality more than I can say. 2. To indicate her pleasure, she wags her tail. When she’s especially happy, she thumps her tail emphatically on the carpet. In sum, baby kitty Grace is neither cat nor dog. She is my darling cog.