By day, all cats ain't gray. (Or female.)

In October, 2005, Cat Fancy magazine published an article entitled Break The Man Code. Written by a man, Chris Keller, it delved into the subject of why society traditionally paints men as liking dogs and hating cats, with the attendant stereotype that prejudice carries in its train that there's something sissy about preferring cats to dogs.

I wrote the following letter to CF, which was never published of course.

(The photo above is of my "boys," Amadeus and von Humboldt Fleischer, "Humboldt" for short.)

Dear CF,

Huge kudos to Chris Keller for his little essay on "Men and Cats." (Can someone put me in touch with this guy?) As a man who loves cats, I've been a lone voice in the wilderness for years, or I thought I was.

I don't want to delve too deeply into amateur psychology here, but it seems to me that American men's societally-reinforced reputation for disliking cats and preferring dogs may simply be a subcategory (no pun intended) of misogyny. Cats come in both sexes, as do all of us higher vertebrates, but there is a tendency, in America anyway, to consider all cats as female. My little abyssinian pal, Amadeus, and his midnight-colored buddy Humboldt are both constantly referred to as "she" by visitors, even though both are definitely guys. (In Amadeus' case, a very old guy: he's going on 19.)

I've noted this phenomenon for years. In our "macho"-obsessed culture, liking cats is considered sissy, and at the same time, all cats are reflexively thought of as girls. Coincidence? I'm no feminist, and I'll be the first one to tell you that "misogynist," like "racist," is a word that too many people are throwing around too freely these days. But is this particular coincidence a coincidence? I doubt it. Like all prejudices, it's stupid, but stupid prejudices die hard. Cats, thought of as always and everywhere female, are considered a pet fit only for women. Dogs, on the other hand, are popularly associated with such "manly" pursuits as hunting, and no one would look at a dog, from the front anyway, and assume without asking that it was female.

Moreover, dogs are openly, brazenly, unapologetically subservient, which cats are not. That, too, plays to the "macho" sensibility, the need always to feel "in control." In other words, "real" men (meaning insecure men) don't like a pet they can't command. Hence, the canard that dogs are for men and cats are for women. Well, if it's misogynist to think all cats are female and instinctively dislike them for that reason, it may well be misanthropic (you don't hear THAT word very much in today's PC-dominated discourse: it means "disliking men," which doesn't have quite the stigma that disliking women does, for some reason) to assume that men are the only ones who suffer from the I-gotta-be-in-charge syndrome. I had a supervisor at the U.S. Embassy in Bonn, Germany a decade ago, a big, tall beefy woman who obviously had the I-gotta-be-in-charge syndrome up the ying-yang. You probably won't be surprised to learn that her pets were not cats, but two LARGE dogs.

And, by the way, disliking cats is not exclusively a male illness. I once had a couple over for dinner, and the extremely rude wife-half of this couple, (an Army sergeant, by the way) upon being examined by my curious and friendly feline friend Alexander, urgently requested that I keep the cat away from her. "Why." I asked, "are you allergic?" "No," she replied. "I don't like cats." She had a four year-old son at the time, and to this day, I regret not having gotten right in her face and demanded "How would you like it if I came over to YOUR house and said, 'Keep this kid away from me, I don't like kids?" I should have thrown the bitch out the door, but I didn't want to embarrass my wife, so we went ahead with dinner. The next day I made sure everyone at the office heard about her outrageous behavior.

Chris might have mentioned that writers traditionally love cats, and that includes the "manliest" of all American writers, Ernest Hemingway. Hemingway had a huge family of cats at his home in Cuba. In fact today, more than 40 years after his death, his cats' descendants are still breeding there. And let's not forget T.S. Eliot, whose "Old Possum's Book Of Practical Cats" formed the basis for one of Broadway's most beloved musicals.

Two of the biggest, brawniest he-guys I ever worked with, my friend Bill Barna, who played football in college and who now works for Microsoft, and my late friend Alan McCarthy, station engineer at KUIC-FM in Vacaville, CA, were both devoted kitty-lovers.

My wife has two dogs, and I have two cats. Go figure.