Here I am as a kid with my cat, Oreo—such an original name, I know. The uneven picture frames in the background really add to the charm (and nostalgia) of Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
I might be biased, but I’ve always been a cat person.
Growing up, we had a lot of cats. Not always at the same time—unless someone had kittens, which definitely happened more than once—but over the years, I’ve had my fair share of feline companions. Their quiet independence, low-maintenance personalities, and ability to find the sunniest spots in the house to nap… it just speaks to me.
Don’t get me wrong—dogs are wonderful. I used to work at a pet supply store kind of like Petco, and people would bring their animals in all the time. I loved it. There were plenty of opportunities to pet and play with dogs daily, chat with their owners, and enjoy that little burst of happy energy dogs tend to bring with them everywhere.
But here’s the thing: I didn’t have to take care of them.
One thing I learned from that job? Dogs are expensive. Like, really expensive. The food, the grooming, the vet visits, the training—and that’s assuming the dog is healthy. It’s not just a lifestyle choice; it’s a full-on commitment. Honestly, it’s kind of like having a toddler. One that never grows up. And for me? That’s just not the kind of energy I’m built for.
I love dogs… but I also love not being needed all the time.
Cats, though—they get me. I’ve always said that my spirit animal is a cat basking in the sun, completely unbothered by the world. That’s my peaceful place. It reminds me of this blog post I wrote about falling asleep in a lawn chair during a warm summer afternoon. That moment? Pure cat energy.
Meet Floyd
And speaking of cats—let me introduce you to my old man, Floyd.
14 years strong. Grumpy, loyal, and very serious about lap rights.
Floyd’s Corner
“Head boops > everything else.”
— Floyd, probably
I’ve had him since he was just 10 weeks old, and now he’s approaching 14. He’s lived in more places than I can count and loved me through every single season. He’s been a constant—a quiet, furry reminder that I’m never really alone.
Floyd was my first baby, and sometimes I feel a little guilty that he doesn’t get as many pets as he used to. Life is louder now. But even in his grumpy old man era, he still shows us love when he wants to.
He doesn’t exactly curl up anymore—at least not right away. Instead, he’ll hop up onto our laps and paw around endlessly, head-butting whatever is in our hands until we drop it. It’s his way of saying he missed us while we were gone. Like, really missed us. He’s not subtle about it, but that’s one of the things I love most. He may act like he doesn’t need us… but when he does, he makes it known.
And boy, does he love his head boops.
It’s his love language—and his not-so-gentle reminder that no phone, snack, or remote control is more important than him.
At the end of the day,
I think it comes down to alignment. Dogs thrive on companionship, structure, and attention. Cats? They’re companions too—but in their own time, and on their own terms. Just like me.
So, where do you land on the Cats vs. Dogs debate?
Are you sun-basking, self-soothing cat energy?
Or do you thrive in the loyal, lively chaos of dogs?
Let me know in the comments—or come hang out with me over on Instagram and tell me there!
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