Identity Crisis

You know how some people are dog people, some people are cat people, some people are fish people, some people are guinea pig people (not many, but I know one), and some people aren't animal people at all. Well I consider myself a dog person, except I have a cat. I think this has caused an identity crisis for my cat, Gavin.

How I came to own a cat starts with two cats, a roommate, feline leukemia, moving, and now it is just me and Gavin living together in bliss (slight sarcasm due to the litter box, his insistent meowing, and waking me up at 5am to go outside). So that makes me a cat lady with a cat that possibly thinks he is a dog. His personality is not typical of a cat. It is not like he barks or anything, well not yet but his meow is right up there. For one, he greets me at the door or anyone else for that matter. Unlike other cats, Gavin likes attention ALL the time. This means when I am making dinner, he is at my feet or eating his own food, which is in the kitchen. When I am watching TV, he is sitting on the back of the couch with his feet resting on my shoulders. (Picture an airline pillow thing) When I am typing on my computer, he is trying to lay on the keyboard. Another thing, he loves dogs. He goes right up to them and flops on the ground, so they can sniff him and play with him.

And finally today this theory was completely affirmed when I caught him drinking out of the toilet. I have never seen or heard of another cat drinking out of the toilet. Dogs, yes. Cats, no. Maybe he learned it from my parents dogs? Nope they don't even drink out of the toilet. Maybe he is just wierd...