In the catbird seat

January 1, 2016 § 18 Comments

It’s New Year’s Day and if you’re lucky you are out on your bike or you are lying in bed thinking about getting on your bike or you are talking to your cats, which is what my mom is doing right now.

She is a cat lady which makes sense because she is a psychiatrist and no one is whackier than an old cat lady head shrinker. She talks to her cats all the time but it’s a one-way conversation as they never talk back.

Her husband is a whacky cat talker, too. That makes sense because they live together and if you are married to a cat lady you had better learn to be a cat man I suppose. It is weird to see a grown man talking to cats.

My dad’s wife is a cat lady, too. They have cats everywhere and my dad is such an old cat man that when we talk on the phone he tells me about his cats. I don’t give two half fucks about his cats but I listen patiently.

I hate all their cats but it’s not personal. I hate them because I am allergic which the cats all know and which the cat owners in my family really know. “Are you okay?” they fake ask as I swell up and turn red and my eyes bleed tears and I sneeze uncontrollably and I quit breathing mostly.

“I’m so sorry,” they say, adding in the same breath, “Ooh, Buttons! You’re so cute!” as Buttons rubs against my leg and sets off another round of hell. Buttons is always like, “Fuck you, cat hater, take that.”

When people are sitting around and a cat walks in and of course in a house full of cats they’re always walking in because they have nothing else to do, the cat people immediately remark on it. “Oh, look, Tounces likes sitting by the fire.” All conversation is now hijacked by Tounces, who shows what he thinks about you and your stupid family of non-cats by sticking out his left leg and licking his nasty cat ass.

I wonder why we even sit together any more. No one can get any kind of conversation started without it becoming about the cats, which by the way suits the cats just fine. It’s like having a house full of shitting babies who never grow up. No one ever says, “Spot got into grad school at Harvard and is researching fluid dynamics.”

For the rest of your life it’s going to be, “Spot likes the new seafood flavor of Kibbles,” and “Spot and Tounces simply can’t get along.” Is it just me or doesn’t everyone know that cats don’t get along? Is there someone out there who really thinks cats are pack animals? Have cat people heard the phrase “herding cats”?

But as much as I’d like to discuss the refugee crisis or Poland’s evisceration of its Supreme Court or the war in Syria, it ain’t gonna happen, ever. And since I can’t ride my bike I may as well sit back and marvel at the cat’s ass.

Now pardon me while I sneeze.



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§ 18 Responses to In the catbird seat

  • Paul Thober says:

    It appears that the cats have hijacked your mind, too. Tell me; what is going on with the Polish supreme court and how do you feel about that?

    Hope you have a happy new year.

  • Toronto says:

    Laugh out loud hilarious as I lay in bed in San Diego with Mrs. Toronto not riding my bike and embarrassed to confess that have recently become an old cat man sharing daily texts and photos of our cat. I even sent Mrs. Toronto a dang cat video yesterday. And now I bet you can’t wait to see it yourself.

    • fsethd says:

      There is nothing left to us in our dotage except cats. Some day I will write about my grandfather, the only man who ever, literally, herded cats.

  • Edwin says:

    And a Happy New Year to you too! (and screw the cats)

  • sibex9591 says:

    It would seem you have found some half-fucks to give.

  • dangerstu says:

    Happy New Year.

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  • LesB says:

    And then there’s dogs when one goes visiting.
    There’s the little fluffy ones that make up for lack of size with loudness of the eternal yipping.
    The mean little non-fluffy white ones that bite ones ankles.
    And then the snarling big ones, baring their teeth and growling. He “doesn’t bite”. Tell him that.
    But they are not all mean or dangerous. There’s the big slobbering friendly ones.

  • 900aero says:

    Two half-fucks is a great turn of phrase, I think I’m going to use that a lot this year. Thanks man.
    One thing I am not going to do this year is waste my life watching or forwarding cat videos. Jesus & Mohammed, millennia of human endeavour and cat videos are all we’ve got to show?

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