At the risk of getting in trouble at the next Guy s meeting, I ll even say I like cats. Not like the North Vietnamese like cats, but I do like cats. Cats are truly fine animals and have many admirable qualities as pets go. Cats tend to be cleaner than most pets, grooming and bathing themselves on purpose - unlike a dog, for instance, whose idea of a bath is getting caught in a drenching rain. Cats don t bark at all hours of the night, bay at the moon or chase cars.
Cats can keep a rat population under control.
That s a good thing, as Martha Stuart would say. The problem I have with cats is simple. Cats are occasionally too smart for their own good. Normally clean animals, these felines will leave tracks over my car that resemble a scene from the last watering hole in the Sahara. Since any one of these ten thousand cats also knows that it can, at any time, chew an ear off of my daughter s cat Puss, they lay in wait for Puss s food and fight him for it one at a time.