Meow!

So it’s come to this. My life has changed in a way I never would have imagined. You know I had big dreams for my limited time here on earth. I was going to be amazing. I didn’t think I would be change the world amazing, but, at the very least, one of those people who has a wow factor.

I never, like never, ever, ever, in my wildest dreams imagined I would be spending a portion of every evening walking a kitty cat on a leash. Yep, I’m now a crazy cat lady, which, I have to stress, I was forced into under duress.

Full disclosure – I’m not a cat person. The last time I lived with a cat I was nine. I have always been a dog lover. I’m all about dogs. I’ve never met a dog I didn’t like. Dogs are everything that’s good about this world.  They worship you. They’re always excited to see you. They love hard.

Cats on the other hand are, um, none of those things.

A cat, or more specifically, the cat that I have now taken into my home, Max, a Russian Blue, thinks he’s far too superior to show me even slightest smidgen of approval. I have a cat that believes he’s way too good for me.

This is a problem. I live with teenagers and I don’t need anymore attitude in my home. Furthermore, I don’t need a cat judging me. And who does this cat think he is? He came from a small, dirty, okay maybe not dirty, but certainly not a tidy college apartment, that had the permeating odor of man-boy feet. Trust me, the cat’s new digs are a significant upgrade.

How do I know so much about the cat’s previous home life you ask? Let me answer that for you. The snooty cat is my son’s. My son is now in working in Ireland that means yes, you guessed it, I have will have this cat till death do us part.

I was very hesitant about this new family member. We already have two dogs. I was worried that our dogs would be ready to rumble. I was most worried about our Bishon, Gracie, because that dog is my baby.  I have been accused by my family of loving Gracie more than anyone else. All I have to say to that is, yes, you are correct. Gracie is my favorite family member – hands down. I wish I was ashamed to admit that, but it is what it is. The dog is perfection.

Our other dog, Tahoe, is a beagle (whom I also love, but truth be told, he’s in a pretty serious bromance with my husband). I was certain he could handle a cat. The way I saw it the beagle would maintain his dominance in the household and continuing running a tight ship.

I’m now chagrined to admit that my dogs, in minutes, perhaps not even 60 seconds literally rolled over and let the cat take charge. It was a harsh embarrassment to the entire canine species. The cat, after subduing the dogs by merely extending his paw, marched to top of the stairs, surveyed his new empire and with a solid meow pronounced it lacking.

This lead to me entering a troubled time in my life. I began trying to impress a cat. What was wrong with me? It was if I was back in middle school yearning to sit at the cool kid’s lunch table. For some reason, I needed this cat to like me, but he would have none of it.

He was full of himself. For sure, Max has it all. He’s super handsome, athletic and not the least bit humble. Basically, he’s the Tom Brady of cats. He struts around the house, swishes his tail and it’s as if he’s saying, “You’re not worthy of my awesomeness.”

He also talks a lot. That’s another thing I don’t need. Another family member that’s not shy to share their opinion. It’s meow this and meow that. I took him to the vet to make sure he was okay and the vet said Max was great and that his “chattiness” was a “sign of intelligence.”

Duh, I know he’s smart, but he’s also, dare I say, snarky? I put on a new outfit and he stared at me, meowed and then gave me a combo head and tail flip and strutted away. A cat was “fashion policing” me. I looked in the mirror and thought maybe he was on to something and changed. (I mean the pants did have a horizontal stripe, not exactly the most slimming of looks.)

In my continued effort to woo Max I found myself outside a pet store at 9:55 a.m. on a Monday morning waiting for it to open. There standing outside the doors were three other women – all cat aficionados. They were enthusiastically talking about a new kind of feline food. I introduced myself as a novice owner and was eagerly welcomed into the sisterhood of the crazy cat lady.

Here I didn’t feel ashamed admitting that I was fervently trying to get my cat to like me. They totally understood and with a kindness usually reserved for someone who works with the mentally fragile these women ever so gently explained that my cat would never “lower itself to abject human adoration.”

Bottom line – I would always be trying to please my cat.

They continued by sharing that I was using dog sensibilities on a cat and that’s just a “no can do” because in their words “cats are smarter than dogs” and need to be “respected and revered.”

After that I was grilled about my cat and it was determined, by a unanimous group consensus, that my Max needed to be walked and this is how I ended up with a top of the line, padded for extra comfort “Come With Me Kitty” leash and harness.

To say I was scared about putting Max in a harness would be a grave understatement. This cat puts on airs and I was almost certain he would think a harness was not up to his standards of deportment. I was also afraid he would show his displeasure by the giving me the cat finger – the extended claw.

I was extremely surprised when he didn’t resist the harnesses, but then again I did pay top dollar for it and it was a fetching shade of blue. When I hooked on the leash I got an over the shoulder look that said, “Let’s roll woman.”

And roll we did – all over the neighborhood. The cat enjoys promenading like a royal inspecting his kingdom. This now means every evening I get to walk a cat. Sadly, no one else in my family will walk with me because it “certifies that I’m a crazy cat lady.”

Really? Will someone please explain to me how people who have a wardrobe for their dogs so extensive that it requires two closets, dress up their fur babies in holiday themed attire, paint their canines nails, color their pooches hair, and push their puppies in strollers are called dog lovers and yet a woman who is simply walking her cat is crazy?

I sense a little pet discrimination going on. And just for the record I’m not crazy. Okay, yeah, I’m crazy. I’m going to own it. But I’m not cat crazy. To be more specific I’m dog and cat crazy and if that’s wrong, well, then I don’t want to be right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “Meow!

  1. Delia Mae says:

    I feel your pain. My son asked me to watch his bearded dragons while he is away. The only thing that looks more ridiculous than walking a dragon on the sidewalk is the look on people face. Then of course they ask ” what on earth is that ?” And I tell them it is my grand lizard, or grand dragon. Please keep in mind the first time I said that out loud I remembered that we live in the south, and My family is non Caucasian. However I choose to look at the bright side. Now when I go out to take regular walks the sidewalks clear for us.

  2. Leslie says:

    Loved this story. My Russian blue will stand and stare at me until I freshen the water and food bowls even though they are full. Love my dog but also a crazy cat lady. 🐱

  3. irreverendt says:

    Clearly you have made the mistake of assuming that the cat’s behavior is characteristic of human behavior. Being a dog lover I will cop to doing that with my dogs. Clearly the difference between cats and dog is that dogs are more domesticated. (i.e. more social animals) A good comparison would be dolphins. Also very social animals and clearly more intelligent than cats. Dog is to dolphin as cat is to armadillo.

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