Ode to a tiny warrior.
I’ve had two cats so far. I love them both dearly. I am excited to come home because I know I will see my cat.
However, I still don’t get this submissive habit of referring yourself as the cat’s pet or being owned by the cat. I have a best friend, I am effectively at his beck and call as he is with me. I still don’t tell people that he is my master or something.
If the cat is your master, then you are not his friend, you are his subordinate. Being influenced by someone/thing out of love isn’t the same as being controlled by them.
Or alternately it’s possible you’re just overanalyzing an in-joke that cat owners make.
Except it’s an inside joke that they make to complete strangers, not other cat owners. I’m not overanalyzing it, just pointing out that they’re being socially retarded at the cost of normal people with cats.
I consider myself a cat person…incidentally, I don’t have to clean up their crap.
This is very precious. very very
It’s weird how much those little moments make it all worth it…but they totally do.