I'd like to think about myself as a cat person, yet after giving it a thought I must say I am both. And in the past I also had both cats and dogs.

Why a cat? First and foremost I like the low maintenance aspect. And it's because of my crazy busy life style, when I am almost never at home. And when I eventually find my way there I am feeling lazy. Cat needs quick fixes of food, love and attention but most of the time is capable of taking a good care of itself. I cherish their independence, attitude and ways a cat can show you love and respect. How much I used to love those little presents each morning - fresh supply of not-yet-dead but still not-very-alive frogs, mice and birds in the bottom of my bed.
I like their noise too. Everyone having a cat is probably aware of these sounds when it positions itself on your lap or tummy and purrs away, putting all your internal organs and your bones in vibration. There should be some sort of research proving those vibrations to have a healing abilities. I am almost sure they have.
I appreciate cats' clean life style. They are clean, they look good and this is what they seem to care about. Nothing more.
But the sweetest thing is when the cat slips into the 'parallel-dimension' state. Do you know what I am talking about? This is when the puss rolls its paws under its body and closes its eyes. You can be sure it's living a different life in the alternative universe and almost cease to react to outside world. My vivid imagination, eh? But I am sure there is something magical and mystical almost beyond materialistic about the cats.

I love dogs because they are not cats. They need your focus, they can't deal without your love. They have to be acknowledged.They are your friends. They keep you fit, they take you for long walks and make sure you have fun with them. They jump above your head when you are playing with them with sticks.They are faithful and caring. They will never let you down. They jump with you to the river from the bridge and swim with you amongst pissed off swans. You are on the first place in their life. They are your protectors. And they always miss you.

OK OK... I say 'they' but I do realise not all dogs are like that. Mine is. And when I say 'dog' I always have Sandro in mind. My black and white spaniel who is waiting for me to come home so he could die in peace. He wouldn't leave without saying good bye. And I so don't want to let him go.