Happy National Cat Day!


Happy National Cat Day, feline fans!

As a self-described “cat yenta” I can’t begin to tell you how many feline-human matches I’ve helped facilitate.

And of course, I have my very own, beloved, crazy tuxedo cat. I’ve cleaned up tons of cat poop and oceans of cat barf. He’s chewed through eight million cords. He’s always getting in the way of reading a good book. He sleeps on my head. He yanks on my hair while I’m sleeping. He yowls at me for food. He hides in the deepest recesses of the closet…. and I love him to pieces. He’s my constant companion. He purrs the second I touch him. He hops onto my lap the moment he has a chance. He nuzzles my hand. He head-butts me. He caught a mouse once. He’s been with me through everything from death to birth and everything in between. He’s 15 years old, and although he’s a skinny old dude, he’s still got plenty of pep.

Little cat-loving man

It should come as no surprise that my three-and-a-half year-old son is a little cat lover. He now worries about every stray cat he sees and wants to adopt them all. There are some feral cats near our train station (they get fed by the locals and I see them regularly peeking out of the greenery, eating cans of food). Just this morning my son said to me, “Mommy! That cat is lonely! He needs a family!” The other day he randomly told me, “I miss Miranda.” (Miranda is his friend’s cat). And he asked me, “Can we get a friend for Charley?” What do you think? Does my elderly, now brother-less tuxedo cat need a new kitty friend? Our vet recommended we get a male kitten if we decide to adopt another cat, and I would really like to adopt an all-black cat, since I have heard they get adopted less due to silly superstitions and whatnot.