Dog owners seem hypnotized by their pooches — happy, relaxed, in a state of bliss.

I do not get this feeling around dogs. Upon seeing one, I tense up, afraid they will lick me with their dirty tongues, jump upon me, digging their claws into my thighs, and inevitably leave me stinking with small hairs all over my black pants.

Misery.

Perhaps it was the two huge dogs my neighbor had when I was a tot. They were terrifying, lunging at me with their tongues hanging stupidly out of their mouths. One blow from them and I would be on the ground, paralyzed with fear.

Or maybe it was Sophie, my friend's dog, who gained pleasure out of terrorizing me. I'd enter my friend's apartment and the dog would lift its leg, spraying urine all over me with a smile. One morning, after a few too many margaritas, I woke up at his house to find that sweet Sophie had chewed off chunks of my hair. I ran to the bathroom to fix the mess, and chunks were falling out as I combed through it.

In the same way that I'm apprehensive about dogs, dog-lovers are apprehensive about cats. I've had so many discussions with dog-lovers about "crazy cat people" who aren't going anywhere in life. Dog people are friendly, fun-loving, mentally healthy individuals destined to have a happy family of five; cat people are sad, lonely women that crochet mittens for their feline friends while wishing they had a husband.

Maybe that's where I'm headed -- maybe not. Whether I'm a dog or a cat person, though, I'm definitely a Cornish Rex person.

So, crazy cat lady or not, I'm going to start this blog to share her with the world. Because people have got to know how cool this breed really is.