A Cat Person
by Haley Hurt
I'm a cat person. In general, I've always loved all creatures in one way or another, but in this life I have found that there are two kinds of people in this world: cat people and dog people. I'm a cat person.
When I was in college, my sister who was a senior in high school had broken up with a boy, and the only thing she seemed to miss was his Basset Hound named Copper. For her birthday, my parents decided to adopt a Basset puppy. I decided to go with them to the breeder for lack of anything better to do. After all, I was a cat person and had no real interest in dealing with the obvious responsibility that a new puppy would bring.
Oh, how little I knew then.
The minute the breeder opened the door to allow us to meet the 3 puppies left in the litter I was a goner. They were all female, all tri-color with a very dominant black coloring, but one was only half the size of her sisters with squinty brown eyes that seemed to size us up with a mere head cock. She, then despite her size, came barreling out of the kennel and demanded her presence be known.
Obviously, this vivacious puppy was destined to be ours.
We named her Cohen. Believe me when I say that this baby is the diva of our family and we all cater to her every whim. As we all got older and no longer lived with our parents, the lack of a Basset Hound is what I missed the most. So to the utter dismay of my 9 year old cat Piper, I adopted a 4 month old Basset in June from a rescue group.
We call her Zoe.