My cat likes birds, he used to lick and sniff the neighbors Galah, and I've never seen him kill anything.
I'm probably a bit anti-dog at the moment because I live near a walkway that runs about 4k beside the water. One way or another I'm down there nearly every day, pushing little KBD on his trike, or carrying him down to the beach, or going for a kite etc.
I would normally go in bare feet but the problem is that there's always fresh dog turds all along the path.
What kind of person lets their dog turd on a walking path and leaves it there. I admit I can't think of much worse than putting your hand in a plastic bag and picking up a hot steaming nugget with only a .1mm thick layer separating you from it. Actually I'm a father, I experience worse regularly. But there's no excuse really, it's just poor form and I'm just waiting to catch someone so I can punch them in the face, or maybe pick it up and mash it down on their head from behind have a polite word in their ear.
Difficult to imagine a cat putting itself at risk in order to protect it's keeper whereas dogs of all sizes will do so instinctively. I often kip on the back of my ute and can do so without the slightest fear because I know that anyone approaching with ill intent is going to get a very nasty shock.
Also have not locked the house, now the yacht, since I have had my current dog.
I'm not a cat fan - and never have been. I've had Jack Russell dogs since I was a kid and find them to be a great companion & pet for the kids (also very cheap to feed & trained them to crap in the back of the garden out of sight). 'Man's best friend' is correct.
Cut'n'pasted from an email I was sent;
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary……
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary…
Day 983 of my captivity… .
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now……… …….
My wife & daughter love cats...but luckily for me, my wife is also allergic to them - so we'll never get one!
To answer this thread in a correct, scientific fashion I conducted an experiment where I put our cat, our dog and my wife in the boot of the car overnight.
One of them was happy to see me this morning. (woof woof)
Most of the cats were well fed- just killing the frogs and bobtail for fun, or scaring to death the birds by climbing all over the aviaries.
Some of those neighbours are now gone, so cat numbers have dropped a bit, still reluctant to get the ponds going again- or pour dollars into buying replacement birds.
Man's best friend. it is said that man may not have been able to evolve from the hunter/gatherer to an agricultural society without dogs. Dogs and man are a special unique relationship.
Cats are the devil's pet.
Cat's are generally favored by people on the left politically, metrosexuals, homosexuals etc..
A dog wants to please you, while a cat wants you to please it.
Any time of the day or day in the week, if I step outside into my back yard I can guarantee I can or will soon be able to hear a dog barking 
I can vouch that cats are very efficient at turning cat food into cat sh!t 
Fortunately my manhood doesn't need bolstering, if it did I'd be one of those idiots with a pitbull.
I had a call last night from my parents last night, my cat died...
I'm freaking sad as, he has been a wonderful bit of fur all around and he was part of the family, I found him, raised him and he was like my son.
Cats or dogs, when they die it sucks cause you get attached to the wee buggers all the same, every time.
RIP Hobbes...
Condolences dafrog. I had an old Jack Russell called Missy a few years ago. She had started to take on some very strange habits and my wife & I (with a young son & another on the way) decided that we would send Missy an hour away to her parents farm - to live out her days...
...a couple of weeks passed & I began to feel guilty about the decision for both my dog & the father-in-law who would have to deal with 'the body' once she passed.
My wife was heading to her parents place so I asked her to bring Missy home. Unfortunately when she got there the dog seemed crook so off to the vets. Turned out Missy was riddled with cancer & in pain, so the wife gave permission to administer the 'green' needle. I never got to see the old girl (dog, not wife) before she went.
Sorry to hear Dafrog! I lost a few pets during my time and I know it is hard to lose a family member!
RIP Hobbes
Do big cats count as cats???
I reckon we should import Lions from Africa, to take care of the species and stop the chopper flights hunting Roos and Camels.
