Today an excerpt from Get Fuzzy, a superb cartoon that takes the Garfield scenario (man talking to cat and dog), updates it and makes it good.
I like a lot of things about the Get Fuzzy strip, which no doubt will come up in future cartoons of the week, but central to it has to be Bucky, the mean-spirited cat.
I am not a cat person, which derives from the fact that a lot of cats don't seem to be a Gary person. From a young age when a friend's cat purposely climbed a high set of curtains to jump on my young head, to the resident uni cat attacking my flapping jean trouser legs, they seem to have something against me. Even when I try to be nice to a cat, it's only a short while before they take my good-natured stroking and throw it back in my face. Or dig their claws into my arm.
An example. Saturday night Helen and I visited our good friends James and Emma in Torquay (that is three Jameses I know that really like cats...hmmmm). James's cat was all friendly pre-pub, purring and the like. On our return from a particularly cold Torquay night out, the cat moved around looking for attention. Next thing I know, the little beggar (as my Grandad refers to the feline) had bitten my thumb. Luckily I had prepared myself for such an eventuality by drinking a few beers, thus dulling the pain, although it equally reduced my reaction time.
It was agreed I had done nothing to instigate the cat attack (or cattack, as I've never called it before), so the only conclusion is that cats are the manifestation of all that is evil, whilst I am goodness, personified in human form. Therefore, the cat and I must remain mortal enemies. That, or I smell of Whiskas.
Category: Cartoon
4 comments:
My Mum used to say (and probably still does, if anyone ever bothers to listen to her anymore) that you should never trust a person who doesn't like cats. There is something seriously wrong with them. As such, you never know, they might just rape you or something. I think she considers such people to be something on a par with arms dealers. So I suggest you don't ever mention this to her. I may not be as extreme as my mother on this, but as you know I adore cats. I think that if you want some furry idiot creature to sit and be good, predicatable and loyal all the time, you are most likely a furry idiot yourself, and should get a dog. Cats bite you sometimes because they damn well feel like it. And why not. Makes life interesting.
Both you and your dog know that the dog is your pet. You think the cat is your pet, but the cat thinks that you are its pet. Guess it depends whether you want a doting slave or more of an equal...
Cats just ever so slightly freak me out - when they do that hissing thing, with the devil eyes and the like. And the dead (or almost dead) animal/bird sacrifice "gifts". I know that it would be unfair to dismiss all cats on the actions of a few, but hey, I can and I think I already have.
However, don't get me wrong - I think I would only class my dislike for cats as an indifference underlined by deep-seated mistrust, escalating to transient periods of hate following their unprovoked attacks.
But, as a significant number of my good friends own cats, I am happy to accept that there are benefits in having their "companionship", which I may not be able to fully appreciate, at my own loss.
Yes, look, I think we can, in an adult manner, agree to disagree here. My points were merely twofold:
a) I can see why cats put people off, but ironically I think these are the very same reasons that I find them so appealing
b) NEVER EVER say you don't like cats around my Mum. She has nothing against you right now (indeed she speaks well of you - though I wonder if you have ever in fact met). I don't want to see that ruined because she has branded you as cat hating scum to be attacked with rocks on sight. I like you and don't want to be told I am not alowed to see you again...
So we are agreed. Good.
I think I might have seen your mum once in the pub - only from distance, though. I am pretty sure I've never spoken to her, although I have made a mental note to steer clear of any feline related conversations if I ever do talk to her, and lie if necessary.
Post a Comment