I've had one good cat - "Shulamite" - which was a Manx, and I think I liked it because she was almost a dog! I'd like to have another Manx, but . . . Dogs rule.

I love both... had a wonderful Manx cat for 13 yrs. Have a Yorkie now and she is the bomb...want to get another Manx again though too.

I love both... had a wonderful Manx cat for 13 yrs. Have a Yorkie now and she is the bomb...want to get another Manx again though too.

They're hard to find down here in the south. And when I do locate one, good God almighty they're outrageously expensive!

Dogs, they listen better than cats

That's only because dogs come when they're called. Cats take a message and get back to you at their earliest convenience.

Which are your favorite? Why?

Oh God do I hate dogs. When I was a kid I didn't mind them, but I had a series of bad experiences with some nasty dogs during the 90s that made me cold to them.

My friends had this friggin' insane dog that would tear at its chain until its neck bled just to get loose. Then it would hunt me down and chase me around the neighborhood.

Years later, they owned a rottweiler and that dog hated me. The feeling was mutual.

In the late-90s I was working a paper route with a friend as a favor to another friend. There was this house in the trailer park section of town. In the summer, their door was always open, and they owned 6 or 7 dogs of all sizes. Legend has it that they let them **** everywhere too, even in the bathtub.

That first year I delivered papers there, there was this time when the dogs caught my scent and bolted out of the house after me. They chased me all the way down the street. When they had chased me far enough, they returned home, and their owner sat out on the porch and scoffed at me while I shakily got on my bike.

I filed a complaint with the town, but nothing was ever done about it.

A year later, we were doing the papers again. I continued to deliver to that house out of some kind of stupidity, although I never entered the yard and left the douchebag's paper in the fence. Of course, he complained because it would rain, and his paper would get wet. Like I cared.

I also made sure to carry a piece of metal rebar with me. I stashed the rebar in my paper sack and always had it ready as I neared the place.

This one morning, I was sticking the paper in the fence as I normally would. On this occasion, they had this stupid little black poodle tied up in the front and it was yapping at me. I briefly toyed with the idea of braining it and then biking off, but estimated it to be too great of a risk, since the others were no doubt lurking.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I saw Pixie, a fully grown golden retriever and the largest of the dogs, run out of the open door. The body language was a dead giveaway. It ran in an aggressive trot, eyes locked on mine in an attempt to psyche me out. I knew that dog wanted my throat. At that point, I expected it to lunge over the fence in an effort to get at me. I pulled my piece of rebar from the sack. Instead of lunging over the fence, it ran around it. Then it jumped. I vividly remember the openness of its jaws as it snapped for my throat. I pulled the rebar out of the sack like a sword out of the scabbard and swung. It's front legs hit my chest, knocking me off balance, and I wasn't able to get the full weight of my body into the swing. But as my rebar struck the dog in the corner of its open jaw to emit a hollow thud, I knew that dog had felt the blow. Its head rocked back with the force as I fell backwards into the ditch. As the mutt slinked off to return to its master, I knew I had earned the damn thing's respect.

I definitely prefer cats. My family owned around 12 through the course of my childhood, and I'd definitely have one or two now if it wasn't against house rules.

I've had one good cat - "Shulamite" - which was a Manx, and I think I liked it because she was almost a dog! I'd like to have another Manx, but . . . Dogs rule.

I love both... had a wonderful Manx cat for 13 yrs. Have a Yorkie now and she is the bomb...want to get another Manx again though too.