I have never been much for cats. I grew up with a dog that slept a lot and rolled over when I pushed him. The only thing I really knew about cats is that they are somewhat like dogs, only they're not friendly and they poop in a sandbox. I encountered a kitten once at a friends house. For about 30 minutes it rubbed its bony body against me and made sounds like a small helicopter. I found its vibrations distracting and not "pet-like". But through it's sassy-catting, I found myself being strangely warmed to this small feline. Just recently, I remembered why I enjoy their company. For Christmas break I was left alone in my apt. with one responsibility at hand: watch my friend Tara's cat. The cat's name was "Miss Bennett" (I'm sure Jane Austen didn't have a cat in mind when she named her lead character in the English classic Pride and Prejudice, but then again I'm sure Keira Knightly wasn't ideal either). At first I treated the cat as a responsibility amidst my film and reading binge for the holidays, a 2-week catsitting that required feeding, playing, and occasional petting. After two-weeks of responsibility I now understand how cat's are a man's next best friend. I would choose a dog over a cat, that still is the case, but unlike the film "catwoman", I now give friendly feline's a good rating. If you need a cat-sitter I will check my schedule.