Isn't this a sweet scene?
As sweet as it is, it's really misleading. I've been doing some thinking about pets lately...cats in particular. We LOVE our cat and our dog. (We'd better, after all the time, effort and expense it took for them to accompany us here to this island.) They improve our quality of life more than they detract from it. I think the kids have adjusted better through moves and deployments through the consistency of these furry friends.
The reason I've been thinking of cats in particular, is some of the cat hatred I've been hearing of late. I don't take it personally...after all, even our former Commanding Officer...a self-professed fiend of the feline, allowed our sweet Charlotte to cuddle up in bed with him whilst he was pet sitting. She's just that awesome. Really, the things I've been contemplating have more to do with the haters than the hated.
Here's where I'm going...
It's easy to love a dog. When you love a dog, it's really all about YOU. A dog makes an idiot of himself over you. He takes your scraps, literally and figuratively, and with his response makes you believe that you are a rock-star for your offering, no matter how meager.
With a cat, however...you really have to be secure in your own skin. A cat isn't going to make you feel like the star of anything. It's ALL about the cat, so you have to be OK with that. A narcissist can't love a cat.
You have to be OK with being trampled on, while napping on the couch, so the cat can get a better view of that bird taunting her out the window.
When you finish blogging for the night, and return from the bathroom to retreat under the covers...if she's decided your spot was nice and warm...so now it's her spot...you have to be OK with that.
And when you wake up in the morning, wanting to brush your teeth, and you find that she's cooling herself in your basin...you need to be able to live with the morning breath until she's good and done.
You also need to be able to leave the house in your second-favorite pair of flip-flops, when your favorite pair smells like catnip to her.
Your watering hole, is her watering hole. Adjust accordingly.
Su casa is gato's casa...including everything it contains...especially the cozy spots!
And remember, her need to be comfy trumps your need to get the laundry put away.
Deal with it.
Even on your birthday, you need to be OK with it being about the kitty. All those gifts are merely strategic hiding places...your celebration is secondary.
I can understand allergies...and for those folks, I am deeply sorry. And I'm not saying you have to be a cat owner, because circumstances vary, but all you cat "haters"...maybe you need to take a good look in the mirror and ask yourself whether it's about the sweet, cuddly, soft-like-a-bunny kitty cat...or whether you have deeper, unresolved issues you need to deal with? I'm just sayin'. ;-)
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