5 Socially Awkward Behaviors I Learned From My Cats
I was a shy kid, so I've always been socially awkward. I've also always had cats. While relatively innocuous on their own, these two facts become problematic when they mingle.
For example, shy kids are almost invariably weird. We create complex inner worlds to compensate for our inability to deal with ... well, much of anything. I spent most of my childhood looking to those magical beings called "extroverts" to learn how to behave in social situations, but sometimes I looked in other places as well. Bad places. Feline places.
Here are five behaviors I learned from my cats, which enhanced my social awkwardness rather than improved it.
1. Headbutting people when I want attention
If you date me, you’d better be ready to pet me -- like, scratch behind my ears, massage my head, rub my neck. Observe the way a cat socializer greets a shy kitty at an animal shelter, and that is basically what I want you to do to me each time you say hello (but I don’t want to sniff your hand first, because I don’t know where those fingers have been).
Here’s the deal: I sit in a cubicle alone all day. During that time, I become feral. I need to be coaxed back into civilization. Once you’ve calmed me down, I won’t want you to stop petting me. In fact, if you do stop, you’re liable to get headbutted. Yes, that’s right -- I will interrupt your regularly scheduled programming by ramming my head into your shoulder. That is your cue to keep going. You should heed it. You never know when I might bite. Just kidding. Not really.
2. Begging for a bite of someone else’s dessert
Everyone knows that when you steal a bite of someone else’s cheesecake, ice cream, carrot cake, etc., the dessert in question does not contain any calories. If you’re eating a delicious sweet treat and I am nearby, I will convince you to share by using this trick I learned from my gray tabby, Bubba Lee Kinsey:
- Step 1: Sit beside human. Act bored. Pretend like human is not even there.
- Step 2: After about 20 seconds, stare right at human, eyes wide with curiosity and deep, insatiable hunger.
- Step 3: Human will momentarily acknowledge you. Humans do not like being stared at. Make a small chirping noise to be absolutely sure human has seen you.
- Step 4: After about 20 seconds, tap human on shoulder and repeat until human becomes annoyed and gives you a bite so you will leave her the hell alone.
The whole process takes about two minutes. Works every time.
3. Losing an entire day to excessive napping
I finish a lot of sentences with the phrase, “but then I fell asleep.” Examples: “I was going to call you back, but then I fell asleep,” or, “I was going to put on pants today, but then I fell asleep.” In fact, I'd be so productive that I would be the proud, wealthy owner of many fancy handbags and the occasional yacht if I just didn’t sleep so much.
But at least cats have a biological excuse -- they are ostensibly conserving their energy for murder. I guess now that it's spring, can I say I'm conserving my energy for gardening sometime later this month? That sounds legit, right?
4. Jumping at loud noises or sudden movements
When someone rapidly approaches me and I don't see them coming, I am probably going to jump while waving my arms in front of my face, jazz-hands-style, before backing into a wall. I'll stand there frozen, my heart pounding, while the other person continues on her merry way. Sometimes she'll laugh or say something like, "Take it easy." If it were socially acceptable to hiss at these people, I would, but that is a line I haven't crossed. Yet.
Loud noises are just as bad. I am startled by someone's cell phone during dinner, for example, or a carpet salesman hollering about cheap rugs on television. Like my kitties, I am high-strung and conserve my energy for something big -- for murder, maybe? Don't mess with me, and you won't have to find out.
5. Hiding from scary people, like my boss
I can hear them approaching. I know the sound of their shoes. Their footsteps are purposeful, driven -- and heading right for my desk. What do they want from me? Did I forget the cover sheets on the TPS reports? Am I in trouble for zestfully devouring that scone at my desk even though eating anywhere but the break room is strictly prohibited? Are they cranky at my decidedly tenuous grasp on the concept of business-casual attire?
Should I hide under my desk? No, they'll see me under there. The bathroom! See you in 10.
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