Cats are the best animals that have ever lived.
I have two cats named Lilly and Luna and they are my best friends and confidantes. Despite the fact that they are unemployed, have bad credit, don’t speak English and lack the ability to open cans of cat food–they are the best things in my life right now.
I used to talk alot of shit about people who said that their pets were family members. I never understood how an animal could have that kind of bond with their human. Just ask my friends who knew me pre-cat motherhood. I made fun of all of them. But now I’m a crazy cat lady who loves her cats to death. I’m probably on the crazier end of the spectrum when it comes to cat worship-I wear clothing with cats on them. That pretty much says it all.
Nearly two years ago I went through a very traumatic experience. I’m not ready to write openly about it and only a few people know what happened but it was one of the worst things that has ever happened to me and something that I don’t think I have the courage to write about in a public forum. Maybe one day.
I laid in bed for three days and probably cried for 72 hours straight. I only got up to go to the bathroom. I didn’t shower. I didn’t eat. I didn’t talk to anyone. I didn’t go to work. I was frozen and in a state of shock. It was one of the darkest times of my life. I don’t think I have the words to explain what my mental state was during this time.
At the time I only had my cat Lilly. Miss Lilly is usually very demanding, especially when it comes to feeding time. She has no trouble letting you know when she is ready to eat! She’s also not the cuddly type of cat unless she really is feeling affectionate or sick. But while I was lying in bed crying and frozen from shock she laid right beside me. She kept her paw near my face. She wiped away my tears. The few times I got up, she followed me. She never took her eyes off of me. She was the tiny sliver of light and hope that allowed me to get up and try to pull myself together. As dramatic as sounds, she saved my life. She was present for me in the darkest and most traumatic event of my life and I don’t think I can ever thank her enough.
The thing I love about being a pet owner is that the love is unconditional. They love you no matter what you do. I try very hard to appear confident and strong but deep inside I’m a bundle of self-doubt and full of harsh criticisms. I’m my own worst critic. But my cats…they love me no matter what. They have so much empathy. When I feel alone and small and hopeless they make me feel valued and loved. They make me feel like I’m the greatest person on Earth.
Luna giving me kisses.
I’m a pretty emotional person. I cry ALOT. It’s ridiculous. Blanche from “The Golden Girls” once said she cried every Wednesday. I’m sort of like that. Sometimes I just come home and unleash massive waves of emotion in the form of tears. All the stress and anxiety and pressure that it takes to be me everyday just tumbles out when I close the door behind me. The cats have seen it all. And they love me no matter what.
My cats have seen me cursing violently and yelling at people through the phone. They’ve seen me weeping over broken hearts. They’ve seen me drunk and slurring and throwing up the remnants of a crazy night out on the town. They’ve also seen me in happy times as well. I feel happiest when I’m laying in bed with Luna snuggled right beside me reading a book.
So yes, I retract any statements I said before in my ignorant youth about how pets are not family members and they are just animals. They are more than animals. I realize that now. I’m a crazy cat lady living The Cat Life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Meow. :)