I’m going to say it — loud and proud — I am a cat lady.
In fact, as I write this, I’m cat lady-ing… glass of red wine to my right, fat British Shorthair affectionately named Clu the Cat, to my left… perfectly positioned on his back with his belly up, paw out-stretched and eyes full of love.
How these magical creatures got a bad wrap as a replacement for human companionship amongst single women, I’ll never understand (and for the record, I am happily coupled up). There’s nothing wrong, or different about a woman getting a cat over a dog (or bird, rat, reptile, whatever). And don’t get me wrong, I like dogs, I’ve even owned dogs, all kinds of pets for that matter but shouldn’t being partial to cats be ok too??
The main goal of having a cat is the same — a creature that fits your life, your habits, and will love you unconditionally.
So to all those who think we women who own cats are crazy, not only are you wrong but you’re also missing out… and to those single ladies who want a cat, but are scared to pull the trigger because of a tired societal stigma — I say who cares —go for it.
Cats are cool. They’re smart. They’re affectionate. They’re inspirational (see: Karl Lagerfeld’s Choupette). They’re mysterious. They’re quirky. They’re independent. They’re so loveable.
Interestingly, cats have all the same qualities I admire the most in my closest (human) companions. So give a cat lady a break, I’m normal and I have normal human relationships and I love, love, love my cat.