My previous housemate had a cat and I had enjoyed having a furry friend around, but wasn't on the cat market (which apparently is quite stressful and competitive, I'm not kitten.)
But lo and behold, before I knew it, he had me in the palm of his....paw.
How do you do?
The more I talk about him, the more it makes me believe I am feeling fastidiously fascinated with my feline friend. Don't get me wrong, I love dogs, to the point where I have sat outside talking to random dogs when their owner is in a shop, or gone to parties and spent more time with the dog than the guests.... but the fact that I wish that Max (the cat) could txt me or send me snap chat updates of what he's doing in the day kind of makes me want to pawse and think if I'm going a little off the radar...
That thing about how having pets makes us happier, having something to look after, something that wakes you up in the morning (to feed it or because it's licking your eyebrow) is true. Max has helped me compose songs, dance moves and overcome struggles by being a purring presence, ready to listen, lick and sit on my lap/laptop.
Cat ladies have been depicted in pop culture (The Simpsons, A Clockwork Orange, The Office) and they are often older spinsters who choose cats as companions or are career driven.
Well- Florence Nightingale had many cats named after famous public figures such as Gladstone and Bismarck.
Florence was pretty smart, and I like to think I'm pretty smart- I come up with interesting ideas and suggestions, but lately all of those have had something to do with....you guessed it.
And this is why I haven't written a blog for a week. People ask "what's new with you?" in the back of my head I'm like *don't say cat * and I say, "uhhh, I bought a new hat" ?
*rhymes with cat-dammit!*
*scratch that idea*
*you have 'cat to be kitten me*
*that pun was purrfect*
*no*
*just stop*
*just paws*
*you're killin me*
*whisker away at once*
*ahhh!*
Jj
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