I love cats. No, I don’t love them…I adore them…I practically worship them. I know it’s stereotypical, the fat spinster with a ton of cats. Frankly, I’d love to be that crazy-cat-lady stereotype, but I don’t actually own a cat. I haven’t owned one in over a decade. Why not? Mostly because I haven’t had the financial ability to take care of a cat or I lived in an apartment that didn’t allow them.
So, what did I do to get my kitty fix? I visited my brother, he had a beautiful mostly purebred Charteaux (more about the breed here: http://www.cfa.org/Breeds/BreedsCJ/Chartreux.aspx) named Snicklefritz.
Snicklefritz is German for troublemaker. My sister-in-law, an army brat who spent the majority of her childhood in Germany, named him. He was a great cat, devoted to my brother and tolerant of me. But he died about a year ago. Since then, the only cat fix I get is when I visit the local humane society.
Why do I love cats? Maybe it’s because they’re beautiful. Look at this pic:
How much more beautiful can it get? Or this one:
But it’s not just because they’re pretty, or soft, or cuddleable. It’s not even that my genes have programmed me to love anything baby-like. Honestly, I think it’s because cats are exactly what I wish I were: beautiful, graceful, enigmatic, dignified, and supremely indifferent to what everyone else is thinking (or at least they act that way).
If reincarnation is real, I want to come back as a pampered house cat.
More beautiful cat pictures:
P.S. I don’t remember where I got some of the above pics (with the exception of my brother’s cat. I got that one from my sister-in-law). If you know who should be credited with a pic and it’s not showing, please let me know and I’ll update this post. Thanks!