Why I Have Cats
As I was walking to my car, something un-normal happened. There was a woman in her pajamas with three dogs (two Great Danes that were bigger than me and one Toto dog that was smaller than my girls) on leashes that I had to walk in front of to get to my little blue Civic.
I was not prepared for what happened next: the dogs mauled me. Before I knew it, one of the Great Danes’ paws were coming at me – scratching my arms and getting mud on my top. The owner did little to try to stop them and was unapologetic.
I had never seen them before, and thankfully, I haven’t seen them since.
It was a great reminder as to why I have cats. Short of licking people’s hair occasionally (they have a thing for hair gel, apparently), they generally leave people alone.