The difference between cats and dogs

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You know, I've heard this one before (still funny though) but this time it got me thinking about "dog" and "cat" people... I think that you could extend those terms to apply to people's personalities as well.

Perhaps a little too deep for this thread, but got me thinking.

It's like compairing life and the univerese, love and hate and answering the chickin/egg question. All these things we can do because we have perseption.

2000 years ago in Egypt, cats were worshipped as Gods, they have not forgotten this.

Cats are intelligent enough to know...


Dogs are intelligent enough only to drool.

Dogs give you a friend to come home to after work, who doesn't care how your day went, but is just glad that you are home.

Cats give you a second job to come home to, where if you don't please the boss, the boss will throw up on you as you sleep.

Allow me to finish these comments for you.

Cats are intelligent enough to know...

where the litter box is, where their food and water dish is, and whether or not they want some booty.

Dogs are intelligent enough only to drool.

However, they are also intelligent enough to learn how to detect cancer, sniff out drugs and bombs, walk blind people around, speak when spoken to, and learn how to jump 5 feet in the air, backwards and upside down, to catch a frisbee. Not to mention, hunt, point, sit, lay down, roll over, heal, shake, and play dead.

A cat can learn how to dookie in a toilet... I think that's about the extent of it.

My cat sits and rolls over on command. He also *tries* to fetch newspapers and frisbees.

We had him from a kitten and he grew up with two dogs, so naturally he thinks he is a dog!

A Dog can learn and retain well in excess of a couple hundred verbal commands, in their proper context.

A *really* well trained cat can log about 30, and will probably forget them if you dont work with them constantly.

Not knocking cats...they make good lapwarmers, but they are not "smarter" than dogs.




One of my favorite quotes from Douglas Coupland:

"If dogs were 10 times as large as they are now, they would still be man's best friend. If cats were even twice as large, they would be ilegal and hunted for sport."

I think cats have a worse memory than dogs, but independence is one of the best signs of intelligence.

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but independence is one of the best signs of intelligence.

I could easily debate that remark in regards to domesticated cats.

Are domesticated cats truly independent? I guess if they are out hunting their food and taking shelter where they can, you could consider them to be. The same could be said about dogs though.

Now do not get me wrong, I love both dogs and cats, and have both. My cat, as with most house cats, loves to act independent, but she truly is not. There is a difference between being truly independent and thinking you are, and if you think you are independent and you really are not, isn't that stupidity? Just sayin.   

have had German Shepherds all my life until the last decade with 3 cats....it is very true....

Dogs have Masters.......
Cats have Staff.....  

Ok...I don't know if my little kitten is a freak or what...

You know how you kinda half wake up in the night & roll over & go back to sleep? Well about a week ago I rolled over and something was there & I was like "What the hell is this?" so I turned on the lights and there is a loaf of bread that had been on the kitchen counter in the bed. I put the bread back on the counter and the next night there it is in bed with me again. There were little kitten tooth marks on the bread's wrapper.

I put the bread in a cubbord for a few days & the next time I leave it on the counter it ends up back in the bed.

This kitten seems to want to be sure that if I wake up hungry, I'll have bread there. This loaf of bread is 2x her size & weight. She must be pretty determined to drag it from the kitchen to the bed.

It's like compairing life and the univerese, love and hate and answering the chickin/egg question. All these things we can do because we have perseption.

We just don't have dictionaries, correct?

have had German Shepherds all my life until the last decade with 3 cats....it is very true.... Dogs have Masters....... Cats have Staff.....

I would have to disagree. I have four shepherds right now, mom, dad, and two boys from successive litters and let me tell you, I am definitely not their master. The only time I can even come close to 'enforcing' the alpha rule is when I totally lose it and start screaming at the top of my lungs... then the furballs scatter.
Our cat, on the other hand, is simply known as the 'gray matter', basically because to look at him, that's all he is, a lump of gray fur waiting for one of three things:
a)food
b)litter box patrol
c)bedtime and the oh so warm blanket
All in all, I could see this from either side but my original comment from elsewhere still stands... dogs AND cats rule the universe and we are merely their pawns.

I ma a dog lover and my brother got a bunny for xmas. The bunny thinks our golden is a big rabbit and our dog thinks the bunny is a little dog with big ears.

also dog/god

Here's something that I ran across on the web. It gave me a chuckle. EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY


8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!

9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!

10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!

11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

1:00 PM - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!

1:30 PM - ooooooo. bath. bummer.

4:00 PM - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY


DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.


DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.


DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.


DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.


DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer.." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.


DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time. BTW Evil, I'm a Shepard man myself.

The ultimate difference between dogs and cats is quite simple actually.

Dogs consider their crap their primary means of marking territory, but due to their sorely-lacking long term memory, they often end up sniffing their own as a reminder that, yes, they own that land.

Cats consider their crap vile and toxic and go to great lengths to bury it. They also have good long-term memory, so if a cat craps inside the house, it's either ignorance of the law, spite, or a means of convincing you to let them out once in a while.

Loved that one Mistralok. Had to run a few copies off for myself and some co-workers.

This points right back at the dog-cat conspiracy. Dogs *eat* cat turds with delight. There's got to be some disgusting symbiosis going on there...

You noticed that also G.W.? Two of my dogs just love those little stinky turds to death... and I just can't figure out why! I mean the smell alone should be enough, but they act like it is 'doggy caviar', practically killing themselves to get at what I thought was a strategically placed litter box. The most baffling part is that they don't seem to get sick.

Obviously, if one creature eats the poo of another, the poo-eater is inferior to the poo-maker..

or the poo eater is a better servivor and can make use of all the nutrients wasted by the pooee. (is 'pooee' even a word?? hehehe)

[edit] I had a bit of a 'flip response here, but I just heard/saw something that made me feel that humor was a bit inappropriate. Sorry.