If you are reading this it’s because you’ve seen the
light. You know that the destiny for you is one full of fur-balls, felines, and
Fancy Feast. You’ve asked yourself, “how do I get started? How to I transition
into this new and exotic world of mass cat care?” WELL GOOD NEWS. Because this pamphlet is for you!
The first thing you
should know is that people will try to stop you. They’ll try to stop you from
performing a very important function that the rest of society needs you to perform. A noble function.
A function for which your malfeasance would cause chaos in the streets.
The haters will tell you that as soon as you adopt those first dozen
cats, you have kissed your social life goodbye. They’ll tell you that what
little chance you had of getting married and having “real” children has gone
out the window.
Don’t
listen to these people.
Listen
to me. A Diamond-Level cat owner who knows that your social life isn’t about to
end. It’s finally going to begin! You’re about to experience parenting for the
first time and you’ll never want to go back to life before you had
children. Many people want to keep this joy from you.
These
people have no idea how fulfilling it is to come home to 30 or 40 or, should
you be so lucky, 80 of your babies, all of them waiting for your love and
affection. All of them waiting to return
your love and affection.
These
cats adore you. And don’t you forget it. Whenever anyone calls you a “lonely”
cat lady or man, counter in your mind that dozens upon dozens of God’s most
majestic creatures stand as evidence to the contrary. Remind yourself that if you ceased to
exist, so would the happiness of your feline family and friends.
These people are unfulfilled. All they
have are their spouses and children and social obligations and hobbies. None of
them have anything that matters. None of them know the joys of impromptu tongue
baths, the smell of feline flatulence floating in the fiery furnace of your
feminine fragrance, or the sweet sounds of sympathetic hissing that surrounds you in the comforts of your life-filled
home.
The
first thing you should know if you’re just starting out is that cats are
responsibility. Far too many have forgotten this and have effectuated immediate
mass adoption and uncontrolled multiplication. Before they know it, cats are
being born to mothers the cat owner has yet to even name and buy a birth stone
for. And then, these kittens, hungry for attention and . . . food, turn on one
another, transforming the cat-owner’s intended feline-safe-haven into a raucous
and bloody nightmare. Some owners have failed to survive such a situation.
Ten
to twelve cats is plenty for your first year. You will be tempted to get more
ambitious than that. I urge you to restrain yourself. Contrary to popular
belief, it IS possible to have too many cats in your home when you aren’t used
to having any at all.
By that token, you’ll
need to be sure to keep them highly monitored and supervised. Maintain strict
schedules for self-bathing, education, and structured snuggling. Make sure you
provide daily one-on-one time for each of the cats so the “base unit” will be
well-adjusted before the second year’s induction of the “tier two” kitty
invasion. One hour each should suffice.
Try not to commit more time than this. YOU NEED YOUR SLEEP. Otherwise, where
will you get the energy to devote your time and attention to the cats the next
day?
Don’t
be afraid to decline social invitations during this period. Your cats need you
more than the rest of the world does. If the non-felines don’t seem to
understand, show them dozens of pictures of your cats. Tell them what each of
the cats’ names are. Make sure to personalize the commitment. This will help
them grasp the insensitivity of their questions and will keep them from
approaching you again.
Get
creative with your kitten one-on-one time. And don’t be afraid of variety! What
works for Snuggles might be a bad fit for Scruffles. Scoopy may love meditation
time, but Crackles needs some direct eye-contact and music lessons. But don’t
forget, ALL OF THEM NEED LOTS OF HUGS!
Wear
clothes that the cats will adore you in. Adorn yourself in adorable
accessories. But make the accessories accessible to your babies. You’re not
just dressing for one anymore! No sir, or ma’am. Your life has been handed to
the classy cool contours of catatonic cat care. Each worn accessory should double as a
toy. Because, whether you like it or not, it will be treated as such. Wear thick comfortable sweaters, and don’t
be afraid of a little snig or snag, here or there. Wear the snags proudly,
should you ever need to go out into public (to buy milk or cat food). The snags
are ornaments of affection, testifying to the world around you that you are loved.
Leggings
may be worn as pants. Particularly comfortable are tights with stirrups.
Don’t
worry if non-cat owners are critical
of your clothing. What may be au courant in cat-owner society may be foreign elsewhere. The general populace is unfamiliar with our way of life.
That doesn’t necessarily make us better than them. But it certainly provides
compelling evidence that we might be.
As
for your hair. Stop washing it. There is no point in doing so. Your cats won’t
care if your hair smells like lavender. And in your house, it won’t smell like
lavender for long, anyway. In any event, washing the cat out of your hair sends
a message to the felines that you believe you are better than them. Don’t
elevate yourself above your peers. Before long, they will begin to reject you.
Take
pictures of each of your bundles of joy and share them at all times and in
every medium available to you. Create accounts on all social media outlets for
the sole purpose of letting the non-felines in your life see adorable pictures
of Ruffles and Snicky wearing floor-length ball gowns. But don’t stop there;
create profiles for each of your cats. Fill in their personal information with
endearing references to their playfulness. Use the word “meow” throughout, as
well as all cat-speak terms. Find other cat profiles to befriend.
If
the equipment is available, don’t be afraid of the kitty-cam route. Modern
technology makes it possible for strangers and friends everywhere to check in
on live action shots of Bernard and Jasper looking out the window at a plastic
bag stuck in the middle of your Aspen. Don’t hog all of the joy to yourself!
SHARE IT. At all times and in all ways.
Finally, should you be so lucky to breathe
your last breaths in comforts of your own home, make sure your final resting
spot is accessible to your feline friends. They’ll want to pay their last respects
to you. And, perhaps, they will seize the opportunity to consume you, allowing
you to be a part of them forever.
~It Just Gets Stranger
Eli no stahp no.
ReplyDeleteNooooooooooooooooooooo. No. Nooooooooo. No no no no. No.
Some of us are allergic to cats.
There's scientifically engineered cats for that
Deletenaked pussies?....*looks around* what?
DeleteLOL...that reminds me of that English TV show, Are You Being Served, where Mrs. Slocombe always referred to her cat as "pussy". So she'd say something like "It's a wonder I'm here at all, you know. My pussy got soakin' wet. I had to dry it out in front of the fire before I left." or "I've got to get home. If my pussy isn't attended to by 8 o'clock, I shall be strokin' it for the rest of the evening."
DeleteOh man that show was so funny.
Thank you for this golden nugget of information!!!! It is so hard to find this quality of cat information with all that other junk on the internet these days!
ReplyDeleteI love this comment.
DeleteI like to call men who love cats "cat fellows." For some reason.
ReplyDeleteThis post killed me. On so many levels. I visit teach a lady who takes in stray cats; she currently has five, and one of them took a particular liking to me. She said, "Sadie doesn't usually like people, I'm amazed that she's warmed up to you so quickly!" I wanted to say to her, "Look it, Sister, cats know the people who can't stand felines, and then the inflict themselves upon those people. That's that. Quit being impressed, because the truth is, I hate your cats. All of 'em." The spirit stopped me from saying it, but I sure as heck wanted to punt that cat across the room and tell the gal what was what...
Mee-ow
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Well by all means, tell it on the internet rather than kindly explain to me that you don't like cats. I can put them in the other room for your visit. Visiting teaching encourages friendship. I enjoy your visits, and I want you to be comfortable in my home.
DeleteValid point. This was not very visiting teacherly of me. The gal I visit teach is a sweetheart, and I got caught up in my dislike of cats on here, a public forum. Consider me a shame, embarrassed, and apologetic.
DeleteNothing to apologize for. We all come here to open up about things and get things off our chest.
DeleteAh-MAZING.
ReplyDeleteEven though I know this is a joke....it is oddly disturbing....
ReplyDeleteyou totally just described an old neighbor of mine. She hated people but loved her 20+ cats and they loved her right back...especially in the end! Since she did not have any human interaction it took quite awhile for anyone to realize she had passed. Finally a neighbor broke the window to get in and check on her and lets just say...it had be awhile. The street had to be evacuated because of carbon monoxide fumes. You see, the cats were not efficient enough and so came the bugs. So many bugs that they plugged up the heating system causing a buildup of fumes. That was 25 yrs ago...I still cannot erase the mental imagery from my mind.
ReplyDeleteI'm really glad I wasn't eating. Thanks for sharing that lovely mental image!
DeleteCats do not love people, they regard people as their walking, talking, opposable thumb equipped servants. If they deign to show affection it is just to keep the food coming and the kitty litter changed......
ReplyDeleteWhen can you have this in print form for me to pass out to others?
ReplyDeleteI almost joked when I read the line about wearing the snags proudly. Well done.
ReplyDeleteEli, thank you for this post today. It's one of my favorites now. I needed this today. A week ago today my cat was hit by a car and unfortunately I saw it happen. I'm by no means a crazy cat lady, but I loved my cat very much. I needed this light hearted post today.
ReplyDeleteIf you need a grief book, the best one I know of is http://www.amazon.com/Healing-After-Loss-Daily-Meditations-ebook/dp/B002BXH5WA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1416346296&sr=8-1&keywords=healing+after+loss. It's designed for the loss of human family/friends, but I know that your furbabies are also your family, so I recommend it. If you need a NON-grief book, you can pick up my husband's short novel for pretty cheap! http://www.amazon.com/Other-Side-Fence-Zack-Morrissette/dp/149093037X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1386522041&sr=8-2&keywords=the+other+side+of+the+fence
DeleteFinally, if you don't already have a cat to devote your attention to (like, you only had the one), I would recommend you give yourself three months before you find a new one to adopt. Or let one adopt you after three months. You and the new one will know when you're ready.
I say this in all sincerity. It's good that you can see the humor in Eli's post. I'm sorry for your loss.
That's heart breaking! I lost my first car in that way...thankfully I didn't see it or the body. I was only 10 at the time. The above comment is great advice. And make sure you save pictures of your cat, because even if it might hurt to look at them now you'll appreciate them later. :)
DeleteHugs, Ellen. I still miss a dog I had as a child that died almost ten years ago.
DeleteI have a cat named Jasper.
ReplyDeleteWell, it appears all the stress has finally gotten to Eli. I knew it was just a matter of time before he made the jump from dressing his friend's dog to cat hoarding!
ReplyDeleteThis made my day...
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The Starving Inspired
Regarding not washing the hair: I disagree. One of my cats hates it when my hair is dirty and she washes it for me. This isn't a joke! My cat sits and licks me when my hair is greasy.
ReplyDeleteShe hates me the rest of the time.
You look sooooooo happy to be holding that cat. Lol!!
ReplyDelete19 Cats and Counting...
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