I have a love/hate relationship with my blog's stats. On the one hand, the narcissistic part of me has to know how many people clicked on my website in a given day. On the other hand, the numbers themselves can be a bit of a downer. Thank you Mom and Dad for continuing to visit, but in comparison to even some friend's Twitter followers, I'm not causing much of a stir on the world wide web.
For those of you wondering what any of this has to do with my cat's identity issues, here goes: One trend I have noticed is that anytime I put "cat" or "dog" in a blog title, my number of visitors doubles. (Strangely enough, my mention of "Scott Bakula" has a similar effect. Whether or not these two are related, I can't say.) So, in an effort to give the people what they want -- and boost my Google search rating -- here are the top three indicators my cat thinks he's a dog:
3. He tries drink out of the toilet. I have no idea where this came from, but it happened. I'm just glad I was around, and he didn't drown. I don't think he knows he isn't the same size as the dog either.
2. While he clearly has no use for the litter box, he has shown some success in the house-training department with puppy pads. My next step: putting the puppy pad in the litter box. Please keep your fingers crossed.
1. He tries to nurse on Cassidy. I had no idea what was going on when this first happened (my first clue anything was amiss was a very perplexed look from the dog), but sure enough, there was the cat trying to get milk out of the dog that's been fixed for five years. I read on the Internet that this is very common for young cats, especially when they're small and looking for comfort. It's also supposedly a sign that the cat sees Cassidy as his mom. The only problem? I don't think Cassidy wants to be anyone's mom. She's much happier being my very pampered baby. I imagine that this one will work itself out. There's only so many times you can go back to the pantry looking for nourishment when you know it's empty, right? Otherwise, I try to make sure Cassidy has plenty of her own space -- even if that space comes with the caveat of snuggling with me.
And for my own purely selfish reasons, I will also add that both Cassidy and the cat completely adore Scott Bakula.
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