Seriously though, this is fucking irritating when it is brought up! Basic conversation goes something like this:
“I have three cats,”
“You have THREE CATS?!”
“Well, I had two, but my mom didn’t want the one she had, because her dog keeps trying to eat it, and now the cat won’t come out anymore. So my mom says she won’t get rid of the dog, and I need to get the cat. No biggie.”
“You’re becoming a crazy cat lady!”
Chuckle. Chuckle. Chuckle.
Yeah. Real fucking funny, dickwad.
People don’t always know the back story to why people are a certain way or why they have the pets they do. Maybe I am a tad crazy, and my cats remind me of this everyday. They remind me that what I thought was going to be a happily ever after turned out to be singly ever after instead. And who got left with the cats? I did. Me. I wasn’t heartless enough to leave them behind with some loser. They weren’t man enough to take their pet with them. Reminders. That’s what they are. Every. Single. Day.
Pets are family, and they are usually brought into homes to extend the family already there. They are symbols of happiness and love and whatever else people want to make them to be. Sometimes they are companions when you are living alone. Sometimes they are the children you can’t have. Sometimes they are the friends you need to unload all your problems on, because they won’t give you shitty advice or give you those what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-with-your-pathetic-life looks. Maybe a weird facial expression filled with confusion, but they don’t judge you. They listen and then want to be petted, or they want to curl up in your lap, or they just want to poop on your shoulder, or maybe they just want to munch on some lettuce or swim in circles. Swimming unjudgingly.
I’m not trying to sound all whiny or anything, because not everyone knows how the words they speak affect others. I’m sure I have offended countless others by the things that have rolled off my tongue. Only after they come spewing out do I realize that what I just said might be taken entirely wrong. I am a sensitive person. I am easily affected by the words of others. I try to be as rubbery as I can, but some people can just be dicks with their choice of words. We all know this. When I am not in a shitty mood, I can take it, and I can dish t right back, but there are those days when seemingly everyone sucks ass.
But back to the reminders that pets are…
I sort of took a left turn to nowhere back there. Whoops.
Anyway, reminders. Almost forgot. 😉
I love my cats. I don’t really see them as the horrible reminders that they truly are. They are there to pure me asleep (and awake, little assholes), and they take every opportunity to be right in my face when I am trying to wash it or put makeup on (assholish thing to do…), and they talk to me every chance they get (usually for food, attention or just to be annoying assholes at 3am), and they are always there to cuddle with me (I love picking them up and squeezing the shit out of them. I get to be an asshole too). Sometimes I do feel like they hold me back. I wish I could live in my car again. I really do. It was nice to have such a change from reality. It took me out of my comfort zone. It forced me to get out and do more. Now I just feel like I do nothing.
At least I have my three cats with me when I am home to help make me feel less crazy. 🐈
-Bonnie
This is Harley, because she purrs like one. She’s the re-addition and was originally 2 of 3.
This is Sausage, because she is fat. 3 of 3.
This is Cali Lily. She was adopted inHawaii on Kauai. First of three.
Bonnie’s Beach 🏖 
You’re a cat person, you like cats, so screw those who don’t understand that. Originally Harley was Madi’s cat, but she can’t have her because of her Dad’s allergies, but of course, you already know that. I am really glad to know that Harley is happy again, she was so miserable here, poor thing. The dog really tried to get along with her, but she wasn’t going to have any part of being friendly to a dog. I remember when they first met, face to face, Bear just wanted to play, he was only 9 weeks old and the same size as Harley. She smacked him in the face with her paws, and when that didn’t stop him from getting into her space, she bit him!! He sat back in confusion, not understanding why that other creature wanted nothing to do with him. She had her chance of getting along with the dog, she chose to hate him, and the bigger he got, the more she hid. It got to the point that she would only come out at night, or when you came over to visit, and even then, sometimes she would stay in hiding. Can people not understand that you actually saved Harley? I believe the isolation was killing her, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it, besides getting rid of my dog, which I can’t do, he’s already very attached to me and vise versa, and he’s also here for protection, something a cat can’t give me. Even if my goofy dog keeps his sweet nature, his size and breed is enough to cause people to be a little leery of him, which is a plus for me!
Something I don’t understand is why do you let other people’s opinions bother you? I could see you maybe getting upset by a person who is close to you, but those who aren’t? I look at people such as those, the not so important people, like this, if you don’t pay my bills, or sign my paycheck, your opinion of me is of no importance, it helps me put them where they belong, out of sight and out of mind. Maybe those people have no clue that what they are saying bothers you, but if they do, you are better off without them.
Love you!!
Mom
PS: Cats are assholes, have to agree with you there!!
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That and when your dog tries to “play” with other animals, he breaks their necks. Poor chicken. I’m sure he would have played the same way with Harley. Maybe it is people who are more than just acquaintances asking me about my crazy, cat lady status. People just don’t know. They’ll never know all. Sometimes I care about what people say and others times not so much. Depends on my mood I guess.
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You’re not crazy for having 3 cats…..
You’re goofy for caring about what people think of you because you have 3 cats though………if someone is so judgemental as to outwardly show bewilderment or disdain by way of word or even micro expressions, you need to realize that there’s no sense in explaining the circumstances that led to your current situation……if you have to explain it, they’re not gonna get it…..
At that point you just need to spin on one heel and make a strategic exit from their bubble, checking over your shoulder occasionally to make sure you’re opening the distance between yourself and them….!
As long as you can look into the eyes you see staring back at you from the mirror and be content, and heaven forbid you be proud, there’s no one else’s opinion you need concern yourself with…..not your coworkers, your neighbors or even your parents, children and/or significant other…..!
Basically you just need to take heed when people you know and trust tell you that you’re a fine person…..
And just in case you haven’t heard it lately….You Are A Fine Person! Don’t get worked up cause somebody else’s pets all ran away from home….
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A Bengal? Just like our cat Toonces…
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