Pete and I
Pete, a 50 kilogram German shepherd (you know, the army dog type),
has lived with my supporting staff long before I arrived or was born. Although
our relations were strained at first, to say the least, we have become
good friends. He helps me keep out cat intruders (not many cats will continue
to fight to the continuous sound of barking) and I guard his food bowl
from other cats in his absence. Pete is currently five years old, six in
August, almost thrice as old as me (2).
When I was a young cat, only two months, he
joined me in cat games such as "attack your neighbor and try to scratch
his eyes out" or "sink your teeth into your neighbors ears and kick him
on the nose". And I joined him in his. Dog games are much less fun though.
I just want to say that no cat ever
found a better friend in a dog.
Once long before "The Great Domestication
of Dogs" cats and dogs were friends. But after dogs were domesticated cats
didn't want to stay with them. We declared independence on the 4th of July
90,000 b.c. This is called the Great Feline Revolution.
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