Why Cats are Cool and Dogs are, well, Dogs…

I’ve long held the belief that cats are cooler than dogs and now new research from Japan has validated that belief even more. Why? Because although they recognise their owners’ voices, cats simply ‘never evolved to care’ – which might explain their disdainful looks when humans try to ingratiate themselves with love and affection.

But it’s precisely this laissez-faire attitude towards their owners that I’ve always loved about cats. They aren’t needy in the way that dogs are, they are independent creatures and they know exactly what they want from life – generally sleep (in abundance), the occasional stretch or cuddle, smaller animals to torment before killing and a plentiful supply of delicious food (when I was little my cats used to drive Mum to despair by turning their noses up at all but the most expensive cat food – and quite right too, we humans prefer luxury to budget don’t we? Why shouldn’t they?)

Don’t get me wrong, dogs are delightful little things, with their big, sad eyes, earnest faces and yappy demeanours. It’s charming the way they race down the hallway to greet their owners after even the briefest of separations – if only we humans were so grateful for one another’s attention, the world might be a more friendly place.

But what it boils down to for me is independence. If you’re a cat owner and you want to go on holiday, no problem! You can buy an electronic feeder and get the neighbour to check in once in a while, happy in the knowledge your feline friend won’t be in the least bit bothered. Dog owners, however, can’t possibly leave their faithful mutts to fend for themselves. Oh no, it’s either costly kennel fees or begging notes to friends for dog sitters. What a hassle!

Nope, whatever arguments there may be to the contrary I’m afraid I’m just too entrenched in Cat Camp to even consider defecting to its canine equivalent. Cats rule. End of. And if you don’t like my argument, I don’t even care…

Nothing ventured, nothing lost?

The old adage, “nothing ventured, nothing gained,” might just as easily (slash negatively) be “nothing ventured, nothing lost.”

At least when one does not seek to rock the equilibrium in their life they can be relatively assured that nothing will change for the worse – right? I used to think so, but since joining the ever-growing ranks of the redundant (well, nearly-redundant – I got out just in time) I no longer agree.

Why? Because there’s no such thing as equilibrium in life, it’s a fallacy. Everything is shifting and changing all the time. Anyone who thinks they are immune to change is most likely in for a nasty shock at some time or other, whether personally or professionally. We humans are hardy creatures, but we’ve evolved over millions of years to be this way. If we hadn’t adapted to change we would no longer exist. Just like the dinosaurs – and HMV.

What I’m trying to say in a roundabout way is that it’s far better to seek out change than to wait for it to be thrust upon us. At least that’s the argument I’m currently using to make me feel less panicky about the particular path I’ve sought out; that of the part time PR professional/part time freelancer.

Last night I sat down and took a long, hard look at my finances. And it wasn’t pretty. If I was scared to go part time before, right now it wouldn’t be far off the mark to say I’m petrified. But as I’ve already said, there are no guarantees of constancy in life, and who’s to say I won’t make millions from my leap into the unknown once the initial (and sadly inevitable) period of poverty has passed?

Today, in reaction to the rising sense of panic about my impending part-time-dom [sic], I’ve been updating my online biographies and tidying up my website in preparation for my ‘official’ launch as a freelancer. I’ve also emailed a couple of agencies about getting on their books. Already I’m enjoying this feeling of being in control of my career. Long may it continue.


This pic makes me laugh – it was taken during a pub quiz a couple of years ago where the quizmaster gave each team two pots of play doh and challenged them to make something. I forget the exact theme, but I was clearly feeling similarly worried about money – or lack thereof – as I am now if what I made was anything to go by!