I love both dogs and cats. Indeed, I love quite a lot of animals but definitely draw the line at crocodiles and alligators. When a rescue dog first came to live with me (as an adult rather than the rescue dog my family adopted when I was a teenager) he terrified the life out of my cat but she soon realised that a) she had needles in her paws and b) she could "fly". They became terrific friends and used to play gladiators in my office – the largest room in the house – with Maximum Dog racing up and down the room with Mozzarella clinging to his neck. Maxie and Mozzie were a perfect pair – she kept him in order and always came on the dog's lamppost inspection at bedtime.
Max outlived Mozzarella but we had more cats, one of whom had kittens so there were eventually six of them. When Max was dying with a series of mini strokes one Christmas, they took turns to snuggle in his basket with him and to lick his eyes and face clean. They were all clearly bereft when he left us.
I should love to have another dog but am concerned that as I grow older I may not be able to look after one properly. I had the same sort of thought about cats and reckoned that when my old cats, who had travelled in 2013 to live in New Zealand with me, died I would have no more. The last one died earlier this year at the age of 19, but meanwhile I had started feeding some feral cats who all had kittens. (I still feed the ones I haven't been able to rehome but they don't live in the house, just make guest appearances.) However, one of them brought me a hamster-sized scruff that could not have been more than 8 weeks old – quite a bit younger than her own kittens. Mr absent and I fed him 3-hourly feeds with a syringe, day and night, and then 4-hourly. He is now a great big fluffy ball of yarn who has wormed his way into our home and hearts.
Children and pets are essential parts of my life and my home.
Btw I have had both the feral cats and the ball of yarn neutered – I am a responsible pet owner.