Remember in the 3rd grade when all your classmates found out what hot dogs were made out of and you expressed that you liked them everyone was like “omg ewwwwwww you like hot dogs?!?!”
That’s what owning a cat is like.
I didn’t select her as a pet myself, and was hesitant about getting into a relationship with a man who owned a cat, but here we are…2 years later … with the cat and a pending matrimony.
Samus and I are basically BFFs.
Thanks to Taylor Swift, the stigma of owning a cat has softened. Still, when people find out that I have a cat, (whether through conversation or the white hair that is sometimes all over my leggings) 8 times out of 10 some display of surprise or dismay occurs. I’ve given up on defending the issue.
But today I’m writing to say MY CAT IS JUST AS GOOD OF A PET AS YOUR DOG SO STOP BEING SO MEAN!!
It’s hard because sometimes I’m so proud of my fur-child for successfully doing her tricks, and the implied eye rolls that I experience from people stop me from sharing things like this:
Also. No. Our house does not smell.
Additionally, I enjoy not picking up her shit with my hands. (For now. I’m actually really excited about owning a pug soon, shits and all.)
And lastly… Your constant publicly shaming, calling me a cat lady, telling me cats are gross etc… Doesn’t make you more rad than I am. You’re the one who has to feel like a hypocrite as you secretly enjoy internet cat photos and gifs.