Seriously, I'm not a cat
Posted by Ask on Sunday, January 13, 2013
Under: Nonsense
I'm sure at least one of my best friends would beg to differ, but I'm not a cat. I have been, and always will be (I hope) completely human. I mean, I've only got two legs, no tail, and am relatively hairless. I speak English. I have opposable thumbs. I've never even owned a cat. Yet here I am, stuck in a rut and inexplicably tied to felines. And I haven't the slightest idea why.
Well, not exactly. I know I've always liked cats, on some level. My cousin once convinced me to make catlike noises repeatedly for an extended period of time when I was especially small, but I was... especially small. I used to draw pictures of cats in marker with gigantic, arguably bulbous heads and tiny noses. (I failed to understand how the addition of noses made anything more aesthetically pleasing back then; as far as I was concerned, the smaller the nose, the cuter the end result.) And then I decided that I'd better choose a cooler, less mainstream animal to worship as a favorite, and briefly explored the idea of liking wolves. But wolves were dogs, and I couldn't quite understand what the big deal was about. And the whole hierarchy of wolves thing struck me as stupid. I went back to the cats, doodled black silhouettes on folders, and secretly enjoyed the stupidity of online cat images. Perhaps, back then, I would have appreciated the comparison to cats more.
And now? I suppose I've become less interested in the idea of other species; humanity is rather compelling. I wouldn't think that liking cats makes one like a cat. Yet my perpetually ditzy friend persists in telling me that I am "just like a cat". She even once told me that I ought to be a cat when I grow older, although I doubt that was meant to be taken seriously. But she still seems to honestly find me resemblant of cats in some way, and I wonder if I am somehow innately catlike. I haven't the slightest idea what reasons she has, and it's all very suspicious given that my ditzy friend sees everything turned back to front (or, I guess, left to right with added sparkles and rabbit-fairy hybrids fluttering all around) and can be trusted to see everything in her very unique, extremely confusing way.
Yeah... I'm not a cat.
Well, not exactly. I know I've always liked cats, on some level. My cousin once convinced me to make catlike noises repeatedly for an extended period of time when I was especially small, but I was... especially small. I used to draw pictures of cats in marker with gigantic, arguably bulbous heads and tiny noses. (I failed to understand how the addition of noses made anything more aesthetically pleasing back then; as far as I was concerned, the smaller the nose, the cuter the end result.) And then I decided that I'd better choose a cooler, less mainstream animal to worship as a favorite, and briefly explored the idea of liking wolves. But wolves were dogs, and I couldn't quite understand what the big deal was about. And the whole hierarchy of wolves thing struck me as stupid. I went back to the cats, doodled black silhouettes on folders, and secretly enjoyed the stupidity of online cat images. Perhaps, back then, I would have appreciated the comparison to cats more.
And now? I suppose I've become less interested in the idea of other species; humanity is rather compelling. I wouldn't think that liking cats makes one like a cat. Yet my perpetually ditzy friend persists in telling me that I am "just like a cat". She even once told me that I ought to be a cat when I grow older, although I doubt that was meant to be taken seriously. But she still seems to honestly find me resemblant of cats in some way, and I wonder if I am somehow innately catlike. I haven't the slightest idea what reasons she has, and it's all very suspicious given that my ditzy friend sees everything turned back to front (or, I guess, left to right with added sparkles and rabbit-fairy hybrids fluttering all around) and can be trusted to see everything in her very unique, extremely confusing way.
Yeah... I'm not a cat.
In : Nonsense