The real truth about cats and dogs

To my fellow females: we are cats in this analogy.

Guys, men, males... you get to be dogs.

Which is ironic since we're the bitches.


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I live with two cats (and their owners), Garcia and Hoki (those are the cats, not the owners). They have lived together for 4 months and still can not be in the same room at the same time without attacking each other after 20 minutes (again, clarifying I'm talking about the felines here).

A similar scene from dog world would play out much different. Dogs don't know what to make of each other right away, but after a couple sniffs the relationship-dynamic is set. And not only that, each dog understands the relationship and acts accordingly. Dogs figure out how to just -b-e- around each other and don't give it any more thought.

No over-thinking, no hurt feelings, no grudges, no passive aggression. Just two dawgs hanging out.

Cats sit all day planning attacks. They creep up on each other from behind and swat while no one is looking. They take over certain spots in the apartment and associate people with their territories, their people and their territory. They're competitive and conniving and let nothing go.

Raise your hand if that sounds familiar.

I've been living with this cat drama for these past 4 months. The cats' constant vindictive battles is so similar to the way we girls treat each other. We are competitive, mean to each other by default, are easily frustrated and don't deal with tough situations when they arise - instead we fester, make things worse than they need to be, and attack when it will hurt the most.

Why can't we all just get along?

This maybe explains why I gravitate toward living with guy roommates and mostly made friends with boys when I was a little kid. Guys are generally just -e-a-s-y- to be around and most importantly, it's easier to contain MY crazy when I'm the only one fighting for the top spot on the scratching post.

Meow.