I simply can't resist a cat, particularly a purring one.
They are the cleanest, cunningest, and most intelligent things I know,
outside of the girl you love, of course.
- Mark Twain
I have a feeling that Mark Twain and I would have gotten along quite fine. Bosom friend status.
There's something about the cat-less population that I find quite sad. The cat-hater is typically a person that is missing something lovely, something like a cuddly spirit, a purity of heart, an affectionate nature. A soul.
The world needs its harshness, of course, but I find it hard to imagine dealing with it without a furry friend to guide the comfort levels of your home.
A home without a cat -- and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat --
may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?
- Mark Twain
I am sensitive, affectionate, romantic, loyal, devoted, warmhearted, friendly. And I am a cat lover.
Or am I those things as a result of loving cats?
I find myself changed by their sweetness, calmed by their presence, soothed by their tired, sleepy grins.
Happy to care for them, happy to be with them.
I had a friend recently say that if and when we are able to care for them the way we do, vet bills and messes and all, we are good stewards. It made me smile and I think in most cases that's true.
What an odd little gift they are, such strange little creatures, like having my very own pokemon.
I choose you, fluffychoo!
I can never fully put my trust in someone who hates cats. (I am also inconsolably sad for those who are deathly allergic). The cat-loving world is like the best of secret societies, really -- you hide your adoration, knowing in your heart that 1.) others will never truly understand 2.) you have something precious that they cannot have 3.) you're not alone in the world.
When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade,
without further introduction.
- Mark Twain
You pass by cat-related merchandise and point and laugh, or show your friends, secretly knowing if they weren't there you'd probably make it all the way to the cash register with it before realizing you could never wear it in public anyway, because people would shun you.
You are unnaturally thrilled that cat sweaters and graphic Ts have become a somewhat quirky exception in the fashion world, allowing you to partake in the celebration of cattiness in style.
How much is too much? The cat lady will never know.
I do know that my life has been measured by the constant embellishment of animal interaction, by the sweet little souls within beings that make me laugh and cry.
Every home I've ever lived in has had these treasures, these accessories of life and activity and playfulness.
It's how I was raised, how I love to live, and how I live to love.
The wide-eyed way in which I take in the world, and come home to the purrs of a day well spent.
Mark loved cats...and pool, or pocket billiards.
Whenever he played pool, he'd tuck a pet kitten into a corner pocket. The antics of the cat as it pawed at passing balls amused and relaxed Mark Twain...sent him back in high spirits to write the stories that endeared him to all.
Americans today have the same shrewd understanding that one relaxed moment
helps you work and fight harder.
- Royal Crown Cola ad, 1940s