I feel like a dog raised by cats.
I've been told before I act very cat-like for a supposed dog. Napping, kneading, lazing, biting, batting, nuzzling, staring...
And it's like
I grew up surrounded by cats. Seven was the most we had at a time: Piper, Penny, Moose, Flynn, Fran, Rosie, Little Girl... and before them, Murphy and Monty. Murphy was my buddy, older than I was before he passed. We had a few dogs over the years, Molly and Sam, but it was mostly just cats.
I dunno. I dunno how to put it, cats never really questioned me, judged me. I think I got more comfort from them growing up than I did my parents... so I guess it makes sense I'd take after them in some ways.
Murphy in particular, he used to sleep with me every night. He was there when I was born, he was there growing up, was there to comfort me, was there when I was home from school. He was always there to support me. In a way, he did raise me. Feels weird to say it like that.
