I once watched a movie which said if you can have a plant and not kill it then you can move onto a pet and if you don’t kill that either you can move onto having a child. I’m hopeless at keeping plants alive. My strawberry plants didn’t even grow strawberries last year.
Last year I posted on Facebook my dilemma about whether or not I should get a cat. My flatmate’s cousin’s cat was due to have a litter of kittens and I was asked the question of did I want one. I had always grown up with a cat being part of the family. The first cat we had died at around 16 years of age. With my track record of killing plants I wasn’t sure. So I posted my dilemma on Facebook. For the coming weeks a friend of mine posted various links and photos about crazy cat ladies and said that if I get a cat I was saying goodbye to ever getting married. It was as if in making a choice to get a cat I was choosing to be single forever. Why? I’m not sure.
Yes there are lots of single women (mostly old) who have lots of cats and are a little bit crazy. But I’m sure there’s dog owners or gold fish owners which have the same amount of animals and are as equally as crazy but they get no airtime. We stereotype single female cat owners as crazy and it’s just not fair.
I’ve had Rue, my beautiful and quirky cat, for exactly eight months today. I got her when she was tiny ball of fluff, around six weeks old. Yes I talk to her a lot, she sleeps on my bed and she is often the first one I greet when I get home from work (though this is often because she’s sitting by the front door with a big grin on her face either because she’s happy I’m home because she loves me or she just sees me as her feeding machine and it’s dinnertime). If Rue was a dog I’d still talk to her as much as I do now and she would likely still sleep on my bed. I wouldn’t love her any less if she was a dog. Yet somehow because she’s a cat that puts me in the crazy lady basket. Why is that?
I admit there have been moments were I think I could be happily single forever if I had a cat. BUT that’s not because I don’t want to get married (I certainly want to get married) but more around if I wasn’t to get married having a cat for company would be great. She doesn’t talk back, complain about the state of the house, tell me how to sort out my problems (although sometimes that’d be nice) and patting her is calming (apparently it’s like therapy). I’m sure some dog owners have felt the same – that they could be happily single forever if they had a dog.
So next time you want to call someone (especially if that someone is me) a crazy cat lady think twice…
Last year I posted on Facebook my dilemma about whether or not I should get a cat. My flatmate’s cousin’s cat was due to have a litter of kittens and I was asked the question of did I want one. I had always grown up with a cat being part of the family. The first cat we had died at around 16 years of age. With my track record of killing plants I wasn’t sure. So I posted my dilemma on Facebook. For the coming weeks a friend of mine posted various links and photos about crazy cat ladies and said that if I get a cat I was saying goodbye to ever getting married. It was as if in making a choice to get a cat I was choosing to be single forever. Why? I’m not sure.
Yes there are lots of single women (mostly old) who have lots of cats and are a little bit crazy. But I’m sure there’s dog owners or gold fish owners which have the same amount of animals and are as equally as crazy but they get no airtime. We stereotype single female cat owners as crazy and it’s just not fair.
I’ve had Rue, my beautiful and quirky cat, for exactly eight months today. I got her when she was tiny ball of fluff, around six weeks old. Yes I talk to her a lot, she sleeps on my bed and she is often the first one I greet when I get home from work (though this is often because she’s sitting by the front door with a big grin on her face either because she’s happy I’m home because she loves me or she just sees me as her feeding machine and it’s dinnertime). If Rue was a dog I’d still talk to her as much as I do now and she would likely still sleep on my bed. I wouldn’t love her any less if she was a dog. Yet somehow because she’s a cat that puts me in the crazy lady basket. Why is that?
I admit there have been moments were I think I could be happily single forever if I had a cat. BUT that’s not because I don’t want to get married (I certainly want to get married) but more around if I wasn’t to get married having a cat for company would be great. She doesn’t talk back, complain about the state of the house, tell me how to sort out my problems (although sometimes that’d be nice) and patting her is calming (apparently it’s like therapy). I’m sure some dog owners have felt the same – that they could be happily single forever if they had a dog.
So next time you want to call someone (especially if that someone is me) a crazy cat lady think twice…