Cats are Strange
I’m sure the cat-owned out there read the title and thought “Well duh. Thank you Captain Obvious!” This post isn’t for you. Instead, it’s for those who haven’t had the, ahem, joy, of being cat-owned.
That’s right, cat-owned. The cat owns you, not the other way around as I was naive to think when I first got Andromeda. She has graced you with her presence and, in return, you get to feed her, clean up after her, and maybe, just maybe, pet her.
So how are cats strange? I think a few of the things my cat does are great examples. After all, how can you not be strange if your idea of fun in the morning is to do figure-8s between my legs while I prepare your breakfast — a disgusting looking mush of an unidentified nature. It’s supposedly good unidentified mush, but how can she possibly be that excited to eat this?
After breakfast she likes to, for no apparent reason, get a nice run in. She’ll start doing laps of the apartment, stopping only to look at me and meow every now and again. Once she tires of that, she might hop up onto the DVD cabinet. After meowing to get my attention, she’ll begin to chase her tail. I never knew cats chased their tails!
I think overall it’s the seeming randomness of their actions which has me wondering. Maybe it’s just because I have a kitten, but Andromeda can go from sleeping to running circles, to jumping into the sink and then back to sleep all in the span of around 10 minutes. I’m just left shaking my head and muttering ‘fricken cat’ under my breath; however, it does keep life interesting and in the end, I think that’s all that matters.
