For everyone who’s not quite themselves right now, I offer this cute picture of a cat. Because cat photos are the only thing left in America not full of controversy and political connotations. You can’t have a pet elephant or a pet donkey or let’s put it out there – a dog – these days because people will form immediate conclusions about what you probably eat for breakfast and I just can’t handle that level of stereotyping.
Stop judging me.
I did not ask for this cat, yet the cat is here. In my house. Shredding my curtains. Turning his elegant little whiskers up at the expensive canned cat food I was told I had to feed him. I worry every single day that he will push his way through our second-story window in his effort to eat a woodpecker flying by and while I am eager to feed him the feathery treat, I also don’t want to see the cat splat.
This cat is now personal.
I have some basic questions now that I own a cat.
But mostly I want to know whether cats have the same rights as dogs. For years I’ve thrown a little hissy fit when I see dog owners bring their dogs into the grocery stores, riding in the front of the cart like a kid. They strap the dog’s leash to the table leg in the patio of the cafe and never ask if anyone at the table next to them has a dog allergy. Or is maybe terrified of dogs. Assuming they keep their dogs on the leash, of course. They walk their dogs on the trails, watch them defecate, then mumble something about “picking that up on my way out”. Their dogs go camping with them, get pushed in strollers through the park, wear little “service animal” vests, are allowed to hump your leg and sniff your crotch upon meeting you.
You are supposed to take it for the love it is and say, “Good Doggy.”
While I am not proposing that a cat is the same as a dog is the same as an iguana is the same as a jackrabbit, I am suggesting that my cat should be able to party in the same circles. If my cat can play “fetch” and come when I call him and knows how to keep his little business in a litterbox, it’s only logical that he can go for walks on his leash, play at “dog beach”, or hang out with me at the swanky local cafe.
Dog Beach? That feels a little species specific, don’t you think?
And those swanky little cafes have Pup Pops, Puppy Patties, yogurt frosted Pupcakes, soy ice cream cups, Canine Cuisine, and FREE PUPPUCCINOS. Kitty Menu much?
Are you saying I have to go all the way to Minnesota to enjoy a cat cafe? And if I want to visit an actual beach just for cats, I have to go to Malaysia? Obviously, someone has to be the San Diego trailblazer.
Stop judging me.
As the home to two cats…we have a sign readily seen when you enter our house…”it’s actually the cat’s house…we just pay the mortgage” 😸
Yup. My cat is currently draped across my desk, in case I forget that. ;~)
https://catcafesd.com/ … just saying! It’s a thing. And it’s spreading everywhere. The only reason I wouldn’t take a cat to the beach is it basically looks like one big litterbox. And cats actually are nice enough to bury their excrement, which makes it harder to find. And it’s apparently dangerous for pregnant women?! Anyway, I don’t think a cat would enjoy the beach anyway. There’s a lot of water. I like your trail kitty backpack.
The fourth one in all of the USA…I’m so happy!
Haaaaaaa! You is a kitty sucker now! You are owned! 🤣💚
We don’t own each other. We are in a symbiotic relationship based on mutual trust. He trusts me to feed him from a crystal goblet and I trust him not to use his ninja blades on my face.