Cats?

I seriously don't get the deal with cats. Why are these animals a part of our lives?

What brainiac invites an animal into your life that most likely spends its day plotting to kill you in your sleep?

And what is their deal? Exactly who do they think they are? And why do they think they're so much better than you?

Hubby is crazy for cats. And I don't understand it. AT. ALL.

I even asked him the other night why he likes having an animal around that shows such obvious disdain for him.

You know what he said. Uh, nothing.

He just chuckled and changed the subject. He doesn't even know why he likes them.

So I quote King of the Hill on this subject:

 "That boy ain't right."

I'll take my dog (no matter how annoying he can be) any day.