it's my way of making up for going to cat hell...we had a mane coon cat for several years before we had kids and he decided to go kookoo at the in-laws house (ie, shatting on white carpet, shatting on white floor mats on white carpet, etc) so after a tussle i won with claw marks on my hands, we gave him up to the local shelter...i do know he was picked up by some unlucky old lady (think of that spongebob episode..."i know you want some cookies, missus tupsy"
so it eases my guilt somewhat....i raised that crazy cat, took him home a bit early from momma's litter, made him use the litter by laying in front of him and placing him back in the litter box until he had his first little turd and cried and pawed at it like it was a roach, fed him milk from the bottle., freaked out when he lost a tooth and cried all the way to the vet because i thought i injured him (we were playing pull the sock out of my mouth, i won), took him to the vet because we thought his eye was slashed, ended up being a hair in his eye, laughed hysterically whenver he saw balloons or flower bouquets because it made him cringe under the bed for days..all that stuff...very emotional
plus dogs give me allergies, and we won't ever get one cause you know how dogs are, they wait all day just to see you...might as well lock my own kid up in a room all day, come home and watch him jump on me and beg for food...no thanks...cats could care less, which is the way i like it...low maintanence