Like an idea a friend of mine posed to me years ago: Dog people are into control, Cat people are not similarly driven, otherwise they wouldn like cats.

When I let Bob in in the mornin, he's right there at the door when I open it, comes in, rubs up against my leg then heads to his food n water. After he's had his fill he comes n jumps up in my lap and I pet him for a few minutes, then he jumps down and is on his way again.

He keeps the rat, mice and snake population at bay, for which he's fed and housed when the weather's bad, works well for both of us.

He's not there all up under my feet every time I take a step, never has his nose in my crotch or ass, is appreciative without bein needy, never slobbers on me, never stinks and dudn yap like a miniature hyena every time someone comes to the door.

Works fer me