Skip to comments.A Man And His Cat
Posted on 08/03/2014 9:14:20 AM PDT by Seizethecarp
I LIVED with the same cat for 19 years by far the longest relationship of my adult life. Under common law, this cat was my wife. I fell asleep at night with the warm, pleasant weight of the cat on my chest. The first thing I saw on most mornings was the foreshortened paw of the cat retreating slowly from my face and her baleful crescent glare informing me that it was Cat Food Time. As I often told her, in a mellow, resonant, Barry White voice: There is no luuve like the luuve that exists between a man and his cat.
The cat was jealous of my attention; she liked to sit on whatever I was reading, walked back and forth and back and forth in front of my laptops screen while I worked, and unsubtly interpolated herself between me and any woman I may have had over. She and my ex Kati Jo, who was temperamentally not dissimilar to the cat, instantly sized each other up as enemies. When I was physically intimate with a woman, the cat did not discreetly absent herself but sat on the edge of the bed with her back to me, facing rather pointedly away from the scene of debauch, quietly exuding disapproval, like your grandmothers ghost.
Youre in love with that cat! my then-girlfriend Margot once accused me. To be fair, she was a very attractive cat.
(Excerpt) Read more at opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com ...
Not admitting to any, um, similarity between the writer of the article and myself mind you...
There is nothing wrong with loving a cat.
It seems the cat helped the guy to weed out women he wouldn’t want to spend his life with anyway. There is something fishy about people who don’t like cats.
Also something fishy, if the article is anything to go by, about guys who don’t like girls!
My wife has a cat. The cat and I have formed a hate/tolerate relationship. We each realize that we cannot get rid of the other without making my wife (She Who Must be Obeyed) angry. We would each like to try though.
The Brits have a telling description for such “men” as this article describes.
“Odd, and queer, and quite peculiar.”
For “males” who follow the advice of cats, I say “Bah Humbuggery!”
My cat used to catch birds and drop them on the ground in front of me. Those were very nice gifts, as far a cat gifts go, but unfortunately I have no use for dead birds. She did, however.
There is something very disturbing when a guy calls a cat his wife, even in jest. Not funny.
I could have written the story but with one addition. When I married my girlfriend and came back from our honeymoon , Columbus had left a large stool in the middle of my pillow on our new bed.
"We moved our base camp last night and were now positioned literally
within feet of the river. Have been sitting here watching the border
patrol patrolling in their riverboats all night and all morning..."
“There is nothing wrong with loving a cat.”
True. The writer of the thread article broke one of my cardinal rules, though: No more than one pussy in the bedroom at a time...and the door must always be securely closed to keep the four-footed ones out when the two-legged one is in for those special interludes! No wonder the writer has all of those ex-girlfriends!
I love my cats and would do anything for them. They fascinate me daily.
The writer seems a bit strange though (probably a liberal).
Maybe the cat is one of those “third wishes gone wrong.”
(Guy walks into a bar with an ostrich and a stingy cat....)
I had the impression that he was always picking cat-hating girls, not that he dislikes girls so much. He just needs to choose better!
Maybe. I guess it was the NYTs that led me to believe he didn’t like girls, lol.
I had a Schnauzer who did that to the keyboard on my typewriter when I rushed out (leaving him locked in the kitchen) to file a story by deadline for the weekly newspaper for which I was writing. Jumped right up on the kitchen table to leave his present.
Other days, he peed on the typewriter case I used to block the accordian baby gate where it attached to the door frame to keep him in. His message was clear!
My cat was disappointed that there were no pictures in the article.
She loves “cute cat” pics.
Yup, THAT’s a schnauzer.
When my cat Herb died at 19, it was like losing an arm. We were such good, cuddly friends. (Yes, I’m female — but would it matter?)
My current kitty isn’t that affectionate — but then, he’s a shelter boy adopted when he was a year old. He clearly likes men better than women, crazy about Joe Cocker while I prefer Beethoven. I have to remind him when he gives me that exasperated look that if I had left him there, he would have been put down that very day.
He’s made a few house rules:
1. He gets groomed every morning — or else!
2. He gets catnip and Party Mix every afternoon — or else!
The “or else” consists of marching around my desk knocking everything over, tramping on the puter keys, meowing like crazy until I comply. I like to think this is cat love.
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