I just found out about this great new holiday slated for the second Saturday in January: Live Like a Cat Day
This beats talk like a pirate day all to hell and back. All you workaholics, this could be your salvation!
Oh you are all just looking for disadvantages here. Shame on you.
Now, why can’t we just tweak the idea a tiny bit?
1 - Live like an unclean cat, so no arse-licking involved
2 - Live like an indoor cat, so no need to catch and kill them micies unless you really want to.
3 - Vomiting not to be compulsory.
This leaves you will a day of commandeering the comfy chairs or the bed, and the nice warm fire (good idea in January) and you get to eat and drink when you feel like it.
And if you see any of your family reading a book or newspaper you don’t approve of, you get to attack it. Reading material, that is, not family member. But, then again …
Conversely, if your companions try to eat something that you DO approve of, you get to try to steal some of it.
If you hear someone knock at the door, you just lie there all lazy and wait for someone else to deal with it.
I like being in charge of the dogs, I don’t think I’ll try it. Besides, I’d probably destroy all the house plants, eat the birds and fish, and poop in the corner. My honey might kick me out.
As a bach who works from home, I already live a lot like a kitty when there’s nothing else going on, but I suppose I could take it to the next level…curl up naked in random soft places, eat dry foods from a bowl (Goldfish…yum), file my nails on the chenille sofa, play jingly ball with Actual Kitty at floor level…she’ll probably think I’ve gone native.
Sounded like a great idea, so I tried it. Got my head stuck in the catflap. That wouldn’t have been quite so bad if I’d have been trying to go out, instead of coming in. Stuck for and hour and a half in the freezing rain, on your hands and knees isn’t my idea of fun. My wife tried calling the fire and rescue service, but they thought it was a prank call.
Eventually, we found a locksmith with the necessary tools, but he wasn’t amused. Actually, no, strike that - he was nothing but amused.
Yeah, well nobody tell my wife. She’s already pretty keen for me to start sleeping in the garage…
Sadly, this weekend we have to take our 4 y o cat Liquorice to the shelter to be re-homed. My daughter has developed an allergy to cat and dog fur, so kitty has to go.
Brilliant. This will give me the opportunity to snarl viciously at Cat #1 when she goes near my dinner, much like she’s wont to do when I get anywhere near her food bowl.
Of course, the difference is that I want nothing to do with her dinner (wet cat food? bletch!)