A lot of the times it’s just “meow, I’m hungry“, or “meow, give me attention”. Don’t forget the “meow, clean my litter box, you bitch”.
Sometimes I feel like a slave to my own silly, little cats. I also can’t help but love them irrepressibly. They see us in our most vulnerable states. Always observing, watching, waiting. Unable to speak, but holding so many truths. Sometimes I really wish they could speak.
I’m sure I sound like a crazy cat lady, but it’s true. I’d love to have a conversation with my cats.
All these people, are dog people. Which there’s nothing wrong with that, I fucking love dogs. I’ve just always wound up with cats in my life. They are silent watchers, they take it all in. They know and they feel what is going on around them. I think a lot more than humans at times. Maybe it’s the simplicity in it, they aren’t overwhelmed with all the excitement of the world. No social media, no day job. No need to be here and there and do this and show up in your best dress and so on. God, remember when there wasn’t social media?
Sometimes I wish I could just be a cat, it would be nice for a day. Just lounge around, sleep all day, have everything taken care of. But then again that’s a little bit depressing, isn’t it? How fortunate we are to be able to talk and converse. Making those human connections with one another. Although, it would be nice, maybe just for a day. Cats don’t have these vices that we as humans are so familiar with. No drugs, no alcohol or addictions. Sure maybe they’re addicted to scratching up your expensive couch, or watching the birds outside, but doesn’t that seem much less complicated? I often wonder what it would be like to be a cat. What do they think? Is it all instinct? It must be, I’d imagine. Only because they have such small brains. I don’t think their brains have much more space for anything other than that. But I do think they’re profound creatures, and they understand a lot. Maybe more than even we do. We can probably learn a lot from cats.
It’s funny though, because even cats are always worried about how they look. They’re always grooming themselves and making sure that they’re clean and tidy. Dogs aren’t like that. Sorry, but they aren’t. Dogs don’t give a fuck, and frankly cats don’t either but at least they take care of themselves. They’re very independent creatures, it’s like they aren’t bothered. You wanna go away for a weekend? Please do. A weekend alone? Say less. I’ll happily spend it ruining your couch. Dogs aren’t like that. They’re so needy. Lost without their owners. Always needing that reassurance and that “good boy”, which, in a lot of ways, we as humans are the same. Again, this is why I’d like to be a cat. Just for a day.
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A lot of the times it’s just “meow, I’m hungry“, or “meow, give me attention”. Don’t forget the “meow, clean my litter box, you bitch”.
Sometimes I feel like a slave to my own silly, little cats. I also can’t help but love them irrepressibly. They see us in our most vulnerable states. Always observing, watching, waiting. Unable to speak, but holding so many truths. Sometimes I really wish they could speak.
I’m sure I sound like a crazy cat lady, but it’s true. I’d love to have a conversation with my cats.
All these people, are dog people. Which there’s nothing wrong with that, I fucking love dogs. I’ve just always wound up with cats in my life. They are silent watchers, they take it all in. They know and they feel what is going on around them. I think a lot more than humans at times. Maybe it’s the simplicity in it, they aren’t overwhelmed with all the excitement of the world. No social media, no day job. No need to be here and there and do this and show up in your best dress and so on. God, remember when there wasn’t social media?
Sometimes I wish I could just be a cat, it would be nice for a day. Just lounge around, sleep all day, have everything taken care of. But then again that’s a little bit depressing, isn’t it? How fortunate we are to be able to talk and converse. Making those human connections with one another. Although, it would be nice, maybe just for a day. Cats don’t have these vices that we as humans are so familiar with. No drugs, no alcohol or addictions. Sure maybe they’re addicted to scratching up your expensive couch, or watching the birds outside, but doesn’t that seem much less complicated? I often wonder what it would be like to be a cat. What do they think? Is it all instinct? It must be, I’d imagine. Only because they have such small brains. I don’t think their brains have much more space for anything other than that. But I do think they’re profound creatures, and they understand a lot. Maybe more than even we do. We can probably learn a lot from cats.
It’s funny though, because even cats are always worried about how they look. They’re always grooming themselves and making sure that they’re clean and tidy. Dogs aren’t like that. Sorry, but they aren’t. Dogs don’t give a fuck, and frankly cats don’t either but at least they take care of themselves. They’re very independent creatures, it’s like they aren’t bothered. You wanna go away for a weekend? Please do. A weekend alone? Say less. I’ll happily spend it ruining your couch. Dogs aren’t like that. They’re so needy. Lost without their owners. Always needing that reassurance and that “good boy”, which, in a lot of ways, we as humans are the same. Again, this is why I’d like to be a cat. Just for a day.