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I show pictures because they’re cute enough to be cat models. ) I talk tomy cats because they talk (or meow) back.
I’m not their companion or roommate; I’m their mother. They follow me around the apartment, drink from my water glass even if it’s next to their own, attempt to eat my food, lick my hand in gratitude while being pet, wait for me at the front door when they hear me walking up the stairs and sleep with me at night. Women are held to a different standard than men, and cats to a different standard than dogs.
Kate keeps it light, though, by captioning it with song lyrics that downplay the poor kitty’s true feelings.
She writes, “‘If you leave me now, you take away the biggest part of me…'” Maybe that’s why he’s looking less than thrilled. Check out this cute little vid she posted featuring an endearing, albeit kinda weird, exchange between the cat and the dog.
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The cat dude is officially entering the mainstream. I’m no longer hesitant to tell people about the five critters I live with.
In fact, every cat owner I talked to for this piece is just the sort of guy you could have a beer with, not some weirdo holed up in his apartment doting over an animal like some surrogate spouse. Why do there seem to be more cat dudes here than in, say, Chicago? We’re preoccupied with jobs, social lives, HBO series.
For years, the first rule of being a dude in Cat Club was: You do not talk about Cat Club.
As a lifelong member—my childhood cat was actually older than me—I’d always viewed my affection as the love that dare not meow its name.
Maisy is typically curled into the bend in my knees, Piper at my hips and Deacon at my feet. Society has a bad habit of scrutinizing women for how we live and whom we love. A dog is stereotypically more easygoing and outgoing, a masculine companion.