![]() 07/17/2017 at 19:02 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
My cat died last month. This is actually the first time in my entire life I haven’t had a cat. I’m starting to realize how much of a difference that makes.
Sure, cats are self-centered assholes who are perfectly happy to carry on doing their own thing as long as they have a source of food and water. That’s why they’re the preferred pet of sociopaths and malcontents, while dogs—of which I have two—are the preferred pet of well-adjusted, happy people.
But I actually think they’re higher maintenance than dogs.
Yesterday I was soldering and as I was waiting for the iron to cool down, I instinctively went to find a place I could keep it, until I realized that I didn’t have a cat that would knock it on the floor a burn a hole through my house. There was something so freeing about being able to say “fuck it, this is staying on the table.”
Similarly, I can leave sharp objects on the table without worrying about them “accidentally” getting nudged off the side and onto my dog’s head.
At dinner, I don’t have something trying to eat off of my plate.
I’m very allergic to cats, and this is the first time in my life that I’ve been mostly allergy free.
I don’t have to carry litter from the store, or lift heavy litter boxes.
I miss my cat.
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I’m sorry to hear about your cat. They are assholes, but they can be surprisingly endearing assholes.
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at least you no longer have to clean up shit from other living creatures
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I liked my first cat, second cat hatted me because I took it to the vet to get spade. Fucking cat never forgave me so it wouldn’t let me touch it. It became my wifes cat. Wife wants another cat, but our husky likes cats for chasing and killing so no cat at our house for a while.
![]() 07/17/2017 at 19:22 |
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You need to get a cat... like Mr. Bigglesworth...
![]() 07/17/2017 at 19:30 |
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They hold grudges like a mother fucker.
![]() 07/17/2017 at 22:39 |
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Our cat & I have developed a ritual. I get home form work before the wife does, so Miss Kitty greets me at the door, then runs into the kitchen by her dish and goes Food Food Food!. She graciously rubs my leg while I am getting her food, eats a little of it then runs into the living room and jumps onto the coffee table and then says Sofa Sofa Sofa! So I come and sit on the sofa and she sits in my lap for awhile. Then the wife gets home and the cat abandons me ( fu jack, Mommy is home) and I am ignored for the rest of the night. Damn cat.
![]() 07/18/2017 at 03:53 |
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I don’t have a pet (dog or cat) since it’s just me and I don’t think it’s fair to leave them alone for most of the day.
I don’t have kids because they eventually become teenagers and that’s the absolute last thing I want to deal with.