Yesterday, I was sitting in a veterinarians office, with my sick dog, bored to tears.
The waiting room was packed, as usual, and time was slowly ticking by. I found
myself starring into the eyes of an evil looking tabby cat. You know the look, the one
that says, “I’ll be taking over the world soon, and there’s nothing you humans can do about it”.
First of all, I don’t have a particular fondness for the feline species and I guess you’d say that I’m more of a dog person. A dogs eyes are full of love and respect for their master. On the other hand, a cat will look at you with an air of superiority and distain. They try to give the appearance of being more intelligent than their human counterparts, which in some cases may be true, and you can’t trust a cat because first chance they get they will trade you off for a bowl of meow mix.
Getting back to the waiting room, I stared down the evil feline and began studying the owners and their pets. There is a theory, supposedly, that people resemble their pets and there it was, as plain as day, sitting across from me, a perfect example. A short, stocky gentleman with jowls and loose skin was sitting slumped in a chair with an overweight bulldog lying at his feet. My first thought was that they could have been brothers or even twins. My second thought was about where I fit in with this theory, since my dog was a pug.
