Awhile ago I was accused of being addicted to cats so I ask you to bear with me while I am talking about it. I have a burning question to ask my fellow felinophiles to see if I am alone in my kitty “addiction.”
This situation began a few months ago while I was taking a long car ride with a friend who is a feline-only veterinarian. Since we have been friends for many years, I always enjoy her company and look forward to spending time with her.
But if I am to be perfectly honest, what I treasure the most about our time together is being privy to hearing about some of her most amazing cases. However, I totally realize that she may be “felined out”, and the last thing she wants to do is talk “shop” especially about her daily encounters with kitties, so I try to be sensitive and talk about anything but cats.
This said, even when we are not talking about cats, I gotta admit I am extremely tenacious, sneaky and skillful at bringing the subject back to her fascinating work with cats. I truly appreciate the patience she has shown and hasn’t yet growled or hissed at me.
But this particular afternoon as we were chatting while driving down the highway to our mutual destination, she turned to me and flat-out blurted that she was convinced that I am addicted to cats. She said I was addicted about talking about them, spending time with them, and what really hit me in the pit of my stomach is when she added “addicted to writing” about them. I mean, really, is it that hard to understand that writing about felines is what passionate cat bloggers do?
I must say that I was rather taken aback by her “accusation” and the word “addict” that she used to describe my feline-oriented fervor. Although she totally understands that “cat people” are at their happiest peak when they are bragging about their cats, swapping kitty stories and sharing health and behavioral ideas, it later dawned on me that this was her way of telling me that she was just “putting up” with my ramblings; giving me a little more than a subtle hint.
Now please don’t misunderstand or judge me about my reaction to her bestowing that moniker on me. My friend absolutely adores cats; that is why she is a feline-only practitioner. She also is owned by a clowder of contented kitties. But when she called me a cat “addict”, it left me feeling somewhat embarrassed and defensive.
You see, I am not positive that the word accurately describes my passion for felines. Since I don’t get to spend that much time with her, when I get the opportunity to be in close company with such a skillful and knowledgeable feline expert, even though she basically is a “captive audience”, the temptation to converse about cats is just too difficult to control. I mean, given that situation, who wouldn’t take delight in picking the brain of a feline-only veterinarian?
But since I am honestly baring my soul, I guess it’s time to also admit that I will talk ad nauseam to almost anyone who loves cats as much I as I do.
Who knows; it might be just that my denial is setting in, which we all know is a symptom of addiction. If this be true, this type of addiction works for me and for many other cat lovers in my circle of friends.
Hey, the worst thing that can happen is hooking up with a support group of like-minded people and bravely stand and introduce myself saying, “Hi! My name is Jo and I am a responsible cat addict”. I am sure I will soon hear a chorus of that friendly, “Hi Jo, Welcome!”
Purrhaps after all, getting honest with myself, and admitting that I have a feline addiction ain’t so bad. After all it has many wonderful benefits.
Can you identify with my addiction? Do tell us in a comment.
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