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The first thing you see when you open this page is that I‘m a cat person. That’s not to say that I don’t like dogs, but I’ve grown up with cats. I will always and forever be in love with those intelligent, inquisitive felines.
There’s just something which you can’t quite put your finger on about cats. They seem to have this perfect balance of being both solitary and affectionate, whilst exuding confidence and intelligence the whole time. Well, I say intelligence. As with people, it’s clear that there are different levels of intelligence in different cats.
My black cat Blackberrry was one of those cats that you are sure can understand everything you say and do, and that probably knows how to talk but doesn’t want to waste it’s breath communicating with you. She always had a calculating stare, and a slightly evil nature.
Dandy on the other hand was an extremely beautiful and affectionate tabby cat, but you quickly realised that he wasn’t the brightest cat in the world. This never made people adore him any less, and he was always everyone’s favourite cat.
We had My white cat Domino as a kitten when she was mostly feral. She was born from a feral mother and found in a rabbit hole, which made her much more timid and jittery than most cats. So unless you put a lot of work in she didn’t trust you at all. She was always my lovely fat cat, and was easily as affectionate (if not even more so) than Dandy, but only to me, Mum and Ryan.