To have a cat is to have a nocturnal tinkerer who doesn’t care a lick that you’re sleeping. My bride seemingly never hears the tinkering. It seems that pleasure is reserved for me. Just me and the cat… every night. Got something on the shelf? Not for long. Got flowers in a vase? Let’s knock it over and watch the water run. Got a favorite plant? Tastes great! But don’t you dare forget to feed me before you do anything else. A cat purrs in contempt—I’m convinced of it.

To have a dog is to have a personal greeter who is delighted to see you once again when you walk down the stairs to start your day. A dog is someone to walk with. A personal coach who will get you back out there walking even when you just want to sit down for a little while. A dog is a shared treasure in a house full of hope and love, because a dog helps fill that house with love.

Now you may read this and get the feeling I have a strong opinion about cats and dogs in this world. And for the most part, you’d be correct. But the thing is, I like a cat just fine when it forgets that it’s a cat and just meets you halfway to cordial now and then. And I’m not a fan of dogs that believe they should have been cats, behaving like spoiled children running amuck. It’s attitude that counts with me, not what you were born as.

And this naturally goes for people as well. The arrogant and entitled are not welcome in my life. The generous and kind have an open door whenever they wish to return to our home. We learn to read people over time, seeing the wolf in sheep’s clothing for who they are, learning to forgive the occasional mistake from those who meant well but stumbled nonetheless. It’s not who you were born as, it’s who you decide to be that matters most. Be kind and generous. And for god’s sake, stop tinkering in the night when I’m trying to sleep.