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Not admitting to any, um, similarity between the writer of the article and myself mind you...
There is nothing wrong with loving a cat.
It seems the cat helped the guy to weed out women he wouldn’t want to spend his life with anyway. There is something fishy about people who don’t like cats.
My wife has a cat. The cat and I have formed a hate/tolerate relationship. We each realize that we cannot get rid of the other without making my wife (She Who Must be Obeyed) angry. We would each like to try though.
The Brits have a telling description for such “men” as this article describes.
“Odd, and queer, and quite peculiar.”
For “males” who follow the advice of cats, I say “Bah Humbuggery!”
My cat used to catch birds and drop them on the ground in front of me. Those were very nice gifts, as far a cat gifts go, but unfortunately I have no use for dead birds. She did, however.
There is something very disturbing when a guy calls a cat his wife, even in jest. Not funny.
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Maybe the cat is one of those “third wishes gone wrong.”
(Guy walks into a bar with an ostrich and a stingy cat....)
My cat was disappointed that there were no pictures in the article.
She loves “cute cat” pics.
When my cat Herb died at 19, it was like losing an arm. We were such good, cuddly friends. (Yes, I’m female — but would it matter?)
My current kitty isn’t that affectionate — but then, he’s a shelter boy adopted when he was a year old. He clearly likes men better than women, crazy about Joe Cocker while I prefer Beethoven. I have to remind him when he gives me that exasperated look that if I had left him there, he would have been put down that very day.
He’s made a few house rules:
1. He gets groomed every morning — or else!
2. He gets catnip and Party Mix every afternoon — or else!
The “or else” consists of marching around my desk knocking everything over, tramping on the puter keys, meowing like crazy until I comply. I like to think this is cat love.
Great story...just shared it on Facebook.
Wrong, you twit.
From what self-obsessed fever swamp is the NYT pulling these idiot journos these days?
Thanks for posting this article. I enjoyed it!