Dogs and Cats

Matt hit the nail on the head the other night when he told me that he’s like a cat, while I’m like a dog.

He was talking about physical affection. Like a cat, Matt is very protective of his personal space; like a dog, I’m all Mister Cuddly and Snuggly and Kissy. Dogs paw all over you and give you wet sloppies; cats raise their hackles and tense up when you try to pet them.

It’s better than it used to be, though. Over the 16 months that Matt and I have been dating, I’ve broken down his defenses somewhat. Before me, he’d never really been big on cuddling and snuggling, but now he is. I think I’ve taught him to be more physical. Still, certain parts of his body are very ticklish, although only sometimes. When I touch him in certain places – his stomach, his legs, and, uh, elsewhere — I can never tell if I’m going to send him into spasms of laughter and flinching or not. And sometimes when I try to put my finger in his mouth (don’t ask), he clams up like a little boy who doesn’t want to eat his vegetables. (It’s actually kind of cute.)

So I’m a dog and he’s a cat. But lttle by little, I’m bring out his latent canine tendencies. Someday he’ll be drooling all over me, fetching newspapers and eating Science Diet.

Woof.

5 thoughts on “Dogs and Cats

  1. I’ve known Matt for almost five years, and I’d like to make the following points:
    A) He always has seemed somewhat feline.
    B) Science Diet? Maybe. I’d go with Iams though…
    C) He’s definitely a hackle-raiser, but isn’t that part of the charm (aside from the TiVo addiction?)

  2. Saw a piece last week somewhere in some paper that observed that Bill Clinton is like a dog. Hil is like a cat. And they were asking if a cat could be President. The point was that Americans generally like their Presidents to be dogs.

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