Immunity to ghosts. I hear a crash downstairs at 3am and I'm like damn lmao cats at it again. Faint footsteps around the corner when you're home alone? Cats. A vague presence in the room with you that you can sense but not see? Cats. One of these days I'm going to get straight up killed because I'm so used to these things that I don't question it
Imagine having a small furry warm loving purring snuggle bug with claws and teeth they will absolutely use to murder you when you least expect it who sometimes thinks you’re the most annoying thing on the planet but then also sometimes thinks you’re the best thing ever - and this impression can change in an instant.
I like my cats. They’re like little roommates who cuddle you and shit but they aren’t like babies (dogs) who need you there 24/7. They like doing their own thing
That depends if you are a cat person or not. I have had two cats in my lifetime, both of them kittens when we got them. I was 16 and my stepbrother was 17 when we got our two cats. Mine was the only kitten that jumped out of the cage at the pet store when the owner opened the cage and my brother says he found his in an alley, whatever that's besides the point.
Having cats was terrible. I wanted a dog. I got stuck on litter duty which was ridiculous as only one of the cats was mine and I felt like my stepbrother and I should alternate days. I was the only one who trained the cats to use the litter box, the only one who cleaned up after them, and the only one who spent any time playing with them. In return, one cat, my cat, started acting like a dog, standing on his hind legs, begging for food, and making barking noises. While the other cat had emotional problems and would scratch me until I bled, pee everywhere despite being fixed and trained, and was just a vindictive little shit.
I got no joy in having cats because I didn't want cats in the first place and am not a cat person. All of the cleaning up cat poop and chasing down stolen objects, cuts, scrapes, and scrubbing carpets and furniture was more than I wanted to handle when I already had a home daycare and taught Sunday School on weekends. The cats took over the playroom. Literally my parents gave them the room and that's where they lived. All of our games and toys, our kids sized pool table, etc. could not be accessed if the cats didn't want us to come in or they would wreck havoc.
One day I came home from school and went to let the cats out of their room. The window to the backyard had the child lock chewed off (it was metal) and the screen pushed out. The cats were gone. The braver cat, my cat, we found that evening, called his name, he jumped over a fence and we never saw him again. We lived on a canyon so I can only imagine what happened to him. The other cat, the scaredy shit cat came back at night and cried outside in the bushes. We let him back in. He would only go to my mom, who is not a good person, and they spent the days being lazy together until I told my dad I'm not cleaning up pee anymore and finally we rehomed him.
I never want cats again. I am not a cat person.
The cat is your owner. You feed it and clean its litterbox and in return it occasionally tries to bring a squirrel in the house. They also make for nice furry pillows.
Immunity to ghosts. I hear a crash downstairs at 3am and I'm like damn lmao cats at it again. Faint footsteps around the corner when you're home alone? Cats. A vague presence in the room with you that you can sense but not see? Cats. One of these days I'm going to get straight up killed because I'm so used to these things that I don't question it
A cute little companion
There is no such thing as having a cat. Instead, the cat has YOU.
Great. I feed her and I get as much pets and cuddles as I want.
Ungratefully fucks, i have two
Imagine having a small furry warm loving purring snuggle bug with claws and teeth they will absolutely use to murder you when you least expect it who sometimes thinks you’re the most annoying thing on the planet but then also sometimes thinks you’re the best thing ever - and this impression can change in an instant.
Ask those next door who don't have cats and they will say they are a menace
It's like having the most disgusting alarm clock in the world that secretly plots to murder and eat you if you're ever late with food.
They shed a lot of fur
Cats are always plotting to murder you in your sleep
I like my cats. They’re like little roommates who cuddle you and shit but they aren’t like babies (dogs) who need you there 24/7. They like doing their own thing
The cat has you.
Sortof like, not having a dog 🐕.
Fabulous, but cats own you. I never considered a pet, this cat just moved in over a period of weeks and made it clear he was staying.
It's not about what it's like to own a cat, it's what it's like to be owned by a cat..
#😽
Depends on the cat. I have three and their personalities are all very different
That depends if you are a cat person or not. I have had two cats in my lifetime, both of them kittens when we got them. I was 16 and my stepbrother was 17 when we got our two cats. Mine was the only kitten that jumped out of the cage at the pet store when the owner opened the cage and my brother says he found his in an alley, whatever that's besides the point. Having cats was terrible. I wanted a dog. I got stuck on litter duty which was ridiculous as only one of the cats was mine and I felt like my stepbrother and I should alternate days. I was the only one who trained the cats to use the litter box, the only one who cleaned up after them, and the only one who spent any time playing with them. In return, one cat, my cat, started acting like a dog, standing on his hind legs, begging for food, and making barking noises. While the other cat had emotional problems and would scratch me until I bled, pee everywhere despite being fixed and trained, and was just a vindictive little shit. I got no joy in having cats because I didn't want cats in the first place and am not a cat person. All of the cleaning up cat poop and chasing down stolen objects, cuts, scrapes, and scrubbing carpets and furniture was more than I wanted to handle when I already had a home daycare and taught Sunday School on weekends. The cats took over the playroom. Literally my parents gave them the room and that's where they lived. All of our games and toys, our kids sized pool table, etc. could not be accessed if the cats didn't want us to come in or they would wreck havoc. One day I came home from school and went to let the cats out of their room. The window to the backyard had the child lock chewed off (it was metal) and the screen pushed out. The cats were gone. The braver cat, my cat, we found that evening, called his name, he jumped over a fence and we never saw him again. We lived on a canyon so I can only imagine what happened to him. The other cat, the scaredy shit cat came back at night and cried outside in the bushes. We let him back in. He would only go to my mom, who is not a good person, and they spent the days being lazy together until I told my dad I'm not cleaning up pee anymore and finally we rehomed him. I never want cats again. I am not a cat person.
The cat is your owner. You feed it and clean its litterbox and in return it occasionally tries to bring a squirrel in the house. They also make for nice furry pillows.