Cats, Cats, and More Cats

When I was a kid I was really into writing and illustrating children's books. I had this theory that only children should write children's books. Sadly my publisher was also my mother, so circulation was extremely limited. Many of my books were first edition one-offs published on xerox paper pilfered from my mother's office. Included in my published works was the highly sophisticated Cats, Cats, and More Cats. It was loosely based on Little Red Riding Hood but as the title suggests, it incorporated cats, an animal I apparently loved at the time.

I still like cats. I don't have one. I'm not sure that I want one because the poop thing freaks me out and I don't like fur on my clothing. But with all the talk of me becoming a cat lady (seriously, like once a week someone brings this up. Usually a close friend, like they are seeing warning signs or something), I have been paying more attention to cats and their place in the world.

What freaks me out more than poop and cat ladies are cat boys. I'm not saying any guy that owns a cat is a creep. I love cats too. It's the guys that are really, really into their cats. There is something decidedly unmanly about some guy telling you a really cute story about something his cat did, complete with paw pantomime hand action and a little voice. It seems to me that cats become replacement girlfriends for these guys. And again, that freaks me out a little. This blog pretty much sums it up. I can't look at it for very long; it's painful.