Kloe Hates Cats

So Koda pretends to hate cats. Mostly I think because she knows Kloe hates them. When Koda sees one of the feral cats before Kloe does, she’ll sound the alarm with her high bark and then immediately look at Kloe. “Kloe, there’s a cat. See it? See it? C’mon, lets go get it.”

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Sorry… this post, as all others, will be rated G for Golden….

When I was very young I used to think that dogs were boys and cats were girls.  Not the human type of boys and girls but that dogs represented the boys in the pet category and cats represented the girls.  I was too young to take this misconception further and think that dogs and cats mated and both dogs (boys) and cats (girls) would come from the same litter.  But in my little kid mind dogs were boys and cats were girls.

During that time in my life my family didn’t have any pets.  But our close family friends had both a dog (Skeeter) and a cat (Yum-Yum).  Our friends had two boys, we lived three houses away on the same block in San Francisco, and we were very close friends. We spent  most of our free time together, usually at their house.

Skeeter was usually hanging around us when we were playing and often times we would incorporate him into our play when we built forts, dug holes, captured bugs and all the other usual little boy stuff that little boys do.   Skeeter was one of the guys!

Yum-Yum on the other had was rarely around and when she was, she was aloof.  She wasn’t interested in playing our boy games like Skeeter.  Yum-Yum would also lay in wait for me and take a swat at me with her claws from time to time.

To a four year old it was pretty clear, based on these behaviors, that Skeeter was a boy and Yum-Yum was a girl.

At some point in my young life I realized that there were both boy dogs and girl dogs and same for cats.  Probably around the same time I realized that Santa Clause  [SPOILER ALERT!] was not real.

This recollection is prominent in my mind because I realized recently that when I’m out with one of my three girls and we encounter someone we haven’t met before they are addressed in boy terms.  “Hey Buddy”. “What a good boy”. “Oh, he’s such a good looking boy”.  And so on….

When I look at my girls I don’t see anything “boy” about them.  Not in their body, in their face, or in their disposition.  OK, well maybe Koda’s disposition is a bit testosterone-laden male adolescent-like enthusiastic.  But really they are all girl.  When I see other pups for the first time I usually have a good idea of whether it’s a boy or girl.  Although I’m not always correct I am correct much of the time and I don’t even have to look down or under at their, well the umm..  Hmm – well you know what I mean.

So back to the title of this post.  What sex is your pup and does your pup ever get mistaken for the opposite sex?

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Who could possibly mistake my beautiful girly girls for boys?


I think she can take them or leave them.  Mostly she leaves them but I wonder at times if Panda were still here would Kali warm up to him.  I think she would.

Panda was a cat who sometimes acted more like a dog than a cat which was fine with me because I’m not a cat person.  In his later years he would spend a lot of time in the backyard; usually late afternoon into the late evening. He’d emerge from under the bed where he spent most of the day sleeping and saunter downstairs and head outside.  He taught himself to open the screen door to the backyard (but never learned how to close it!).  With one or two exceptions he never seemed interested in leaving the yard and when Holly and I were ready to go to bed I would whistle and Panda would come running in.  I’m really  not a cat person but Panda turned out to be a great companion who I miss a lot.  Panda got very sick and we had to put him down about a year and half ago when he was twelve years old.

I miss Panda during the warm evenings outside when he would come and cozy up next to Holly or I as we sat and enjoyed the warm weather.  I especially miss him at night laying next to me on the bed when I can’t sleep.  I miss being able to put my hand on his chest and feel his breathing and the vibrations of his purring.  It would calm me and help to fall back to sleep.  Usually at some point in the early morning he would go downstairs to look out the window and make that crazy erie sound that cats make in their throat when they see something moving in the dark; usually another cat. I miss hearing that sound.  I miss him coming upstairs in the morning to greet me when I get up.  I would usually pick him up and roll him over in my arms and scratch his stomach and rub his nose.  He liked that a lot.

Panda and Bailey, who was a Golden mix, got along just fine and would regularly hang out together.  They both seemed to appreciate one another’s company even snuggling together from time to time.

Panda and Bailey checking out the action in the neighborhood

Panda and Bailey checking out the action in the neighborhood

Panda and Bailey snuggle time

Panda and Bailey snuggle time

Kali seems mostly indifferent to cats but I think she and Panda would have had a great relationship.  After all, like Kali, Panda was an awesome member of our Pack.

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Patrolling the perimeter of the yard


One giant roar!


Enjoying the warmth of the sun with Bailey