Why Can’t Dogs and Cats Get Along?

I love my two giant golden retrievers (Denali and Kenai).  I’m definitely “a dog person” – I once had a cat named Tiny (who of course was huge) and when I got divorced from my first wife I offered to give her the left half or the right half (or the front, or the back – whatever she preferred.)  While no animals were actually harmed in the divorce settlement, I’ve never had a cat since, although I’ve become more respectful of my cat friends and rarely pull their cats’ tails anymore.  When Amy suggested we get a dog, I agreed as long as she was willing to take care of it.  I don’t do vomit and shit very well, but these guys have definitely become two of my best friends.


So – when I had the chance to invest in Dogster, I did.  Instinctively I understood the deep emotions that my dogs evoked in me and – based on Dogster’s traffic – I seemed to be on the “ambivalent” side of the equation.  Besides – who wants to talk to other people – it’s way more fun to be part of a social network of dogs (or – if you prefer cats – Catster.)

Plenty of people have laughed at the company – often suggesting that Hamster is next up in the list of sites (I had a hamster – actually a guinea pig – once – it died while Amy was away and she made me put it in a tupperware container in the freezer so she could bury it when she got home from her trip.)  I tried to explain how powerful the attraction of the site is a few times, but don’t try too hard because people either get it or they don’t.  So – when my friend (and restaurant consultant) Laurie Aaronson told me that she’d become addicted to Catster, I encouraged her to “guest blog” about her experience. 

I never thought that I’d have a blog, but after finding Caster, I have found my “inner blogger” in the form of a slightly portly kitty named Sammie. She likes to blog about her sedentary life as a house-cat.  It’s been real fun, I’ve been surprised by the support of the Caster community and I’ve even found myself buying items on the site.  Most importantly, Sammie was recently chosen as “Diary of the day” and because of her success, the search “Sammie Mendelson” now ranks first on Google Search!  One question, though… Why can’t dogs and cats be friends?  Dogster and Caster are mutual exclusive environments and while Sammie has made many feline friends, she’d like to branch out a bit

Meow. Woof.

  • Jarrett Collins

    I assumed that “Hamster” would have to be for people who loved ham…

    But seriously, my wife and daughters had to have our beloved hamster (Cutie) put down this summer — who knew vets would euthanize a rodent?? — and it was extremely traumatic for all involved. I got called out of a board meeting by a tearful 10-year old when the decision was made and then we, too, cryopreserved our pet (right next to the frozen lasagna) until a proper burial could be arranged in the back yard. My wife, who had previously professed her indifference to Cutie, took it the hardest.

    Many people prefer their pets (even cats!) to humans, so I like Dogster’s prospects and hope you do well in the investment.

  • It’s with a great laugh that I read your original entry Brad. A laugh at myself that is. About a year ago I cleared out the afternoon to fix an elusive mail/webserver bug, which was the real reason that dog and cats could not cross connect their emails. After losing three hours on it, it became a thorn that I could never resolve.

    Until yesterday that is! As part of our process to overhaul the pet-to-pet connections (or p2p as we call’em) we finally fixed the bug. The new code should be live by next week. You’ll probably noticed your pets are markedly more relaxed once it’s in place.

    Laurie, keep up the great work, your diary is fantastic!

    Jarrett, we understand how it must have been. We really do. Though hamsterster is the easy joke we’ve got plans to make sure Cutie can be memorialized properly and any new furry family members will get their place in the internet!

    To all other please note we can no longer award points to hamster puns, but we are still awarding points for uses of rooster and lobster.

  • Since I fall strictly into the dog category, I thought I’d pass ths along from my sister. She’s with Microsoft, but I will forgive her .. maybe … someday.

    From a Dog’s Daily Diary:

    8:00 am
    Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
    9:30 am
    Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favorite!
    9:40 am
    Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favorite!
    Oh Boy! Getting petted! My favorite!
    11:30 am
    Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
    Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favorite!
    1:00 pm
    Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favorite!
    4:00 pm
    Oh Boy! To the Park! My Favorite!
    5:00 pm
    Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favorite!
    5:30 pm
    Oh Boy! Pretty Mums! My Favorite!
    6:00 pm
    Oh Boy! Playing Ball! My Favorite!
    6:30 pm
    Oh Boy! Watching TV with my Master! My Favorite!
    8:30 pm
    Oh Boy! Sleeping in Master’s Bed! My Favorite!

    >From a Cat’s Daily Diary:

    Day 483 of my captivity. My captors continue to
    taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They
    dine lavishly on fresh food while I am forced to eat
    dry cereal.

    The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of
    escape and the mild scolding I get from ruining the
    occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat
    another houseplant.

    Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving
    around their feet while they were walking almost
    succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs.

    In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
    oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit
    on their favorite chair; must try this on their bed.

    Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless
    body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am
    capable of and to try to strike fear into their hearts.
    They only cooed and condescended about what a good
    little cat I was.
    Hmmmm, not working according to plan.

    There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices.
    I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the
    event. However, I could hear the noise and smell of food.
    More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was
    due to my power of “allergies”. I must learn what this is
    and how to use it to my advantage.

    I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
    maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and
    seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a

    The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an
    informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I
    am certain he reports my every move. Due to
    his current placement in the metal room, his
    safety is assured.
    But I can wait; it is only a matter of time

  • I too have a Golden, a smart one too, a retarded Australian Shepard, and a fat black uncoordinated cat.

    To think I found your site while searching “friends vomit”. I fear the end of the world is indeed near! 🙂