The cat relationship from the dogs perspective…

They are everywhere, in every smell, in the walls, I can feel them and I can sense them. I knew one once, it was huge and scary. It used to slowly walk towards me, inches from my face and I hated it.

I always try and protect my human from them, sometimes there is no point, they are just too scary and most can overpower me in one swipe of their sharp, dagger-like claws.

I don’t trust them, the move strangely, they smell odd and have threatening eyes. They are outside most of the time; I think they are allowed to chase things during the day, or whenever they like. They must be tired from all that running around outside and they must be scared from all those high-up places they go.

I know they like humans, I’ve seen them with humans before and I think humans like them too. There is one next door - it teases and haunts me. I must be a good dog because my human feeds and plays with me. The thing next door must be bad because my human doesn’t play or feed that thing that climbs high walls.

If I think about it, maybe that animal must be good in some way because I have seen another human touch it, I’ve seen the other human next door touch it lovingly. I don’t know who that human is and frankly I don’t care. She is too close to my human too and I do not like it. It’s OK tho because when the other human comes close, I bark as loud as I can showing them I will protect my human at all costs. I think that human knows the situation because she doesn’t come into my home that much.

That animal is always outside my house, I see it from the top floor window. It knows I am here and I don’t like it. I will always protect my house and my human. Sometimes I bark so loud it can hear me through the walls. I think my human doesn’t like it but I can’t help it.

Thank goodness my human hasn’t come into contact with one, I don’t think I could handle that. I’ve had nightmares of my human and that monstrous thing sitting next to each other. If it was too close than I would have to defend my human, I don’t think I would be able to control myself because I will always protect my human.

But maybe, just maybe, they are not that bad, I might be being a bit dramatic. Maybe it’s one of those things in life where people are can be categorised. For example, some humans like running and some humans don’t. Maybe it’s one of those where some humans are friends with that enemy and others are not.

I wonder someday, if we will ever be friends, maybe we will. However, not today.