Editor’s Note: This article originally ran on Thought Catalog. We’re rerunning it here with Brian’s permission.
There’s something inherently dashing about a man and his dog. Playing in the mud, flirting with women at the park, hunting for geese. It’s all very masculine. Get a man and his dog, remove T-shirt from man, add bandana to dog, and all of a sudden you’ve got the cover of Life magazine. Or an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog, depending on how many crunches the guy can do.
In comparison, there’s something inherently creepy about a man and his cat. Knitting together, lounging about in the air conditioning, laughing drolly at something on NPR. It’s not masculine at all, and the only magazine cover it’s getting anywhere close to is Out.
I mean, there’s a reason there’s never been a romantic comedy about a woman looking for the perfect guy called Must Love Cats. Because there’s something considered a little off about a guy and his kitty. In fact, typing the word "kitty" just now gave me a little bit of a seizure.
But I am here to speak out on our behalf. I will endure the shame no longer. I am a male cat owner, and I want sdfsgar3ea! Sorry. My cat walked across the keyboard. What I meant was "respect." I want respect.
I went out on two first dates last week, and for the sake of research, I decided to give them two different pieces of information. Does the fact that I’m using first dates for blog research explain why I’m still single? No. Why do you ask?
Anyway, I told one of the ladies that I owned a dog, and the other a cat. Dog Lady replied, enthusiastically, "Oh! Dogs are awesome! We should go dog walking together!! What’s his name?!" I’ve never seen anyone so excited. It was like her head turned into one giant exclamation point. Unfortunately, I hadn’t prepared for the dog name question, so when I said "Uh … Bowzer?" she looked at me like exactly what I was: someone who had just made up a fake dog for the sake of a first date.
Cat Lady, however, took a more serious tone. "You know, I think there’s absolutely nothing wrong with a single guy having a cat. In fact, I think it’s great!" Which would make sense if I had just told her I was a cross-dresser, but it seemed a little severe for feline ownership. I wasn’t living with leukemia; I just had a cat.
And that’s when I decided something had to be done. I’m tired of living in the cat closet. Male cat owners are not second-class citizens, and we are not automatically wusses! Or, if I am a wuss, it’s for totally justifiable reasons, like the fact that socket wrenches are legitimately confusing or that cockroaches do actually look a lot like tiny monsters from outer space.
So, for the sake of cat owner pride, I will now admit, in writing, to all the humiliating things I do out of love for my cat. A weaker, less proud man could never do this. But there’s nothing to be ashamed of here. Okay … so. Here. we. go. Deep breath. Any time now …
1. I frequently spend more money on my cat’s dinner than my own
Tonight I had a can of tuna fish that cost $1.39. My cat had a can of EVO, The Ancestral Diet, Duck Cat Blend. It’s made with 95 percent duck and costs $2.15. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had even 90 percent duck. I bet it’s delicious.
2. My cat likes to go on the balcony and eat grass
She immediately throws up. I don’t stop her because she seems to enjoy it.
3. I do not use the "Private" function on my browser to hide my use of pornography, but rather the ridiculously weird cat Internet searches I do on a regular basis
Terms I have searched for in the last 24 hours: "Cat dressed like Santa Claus," "Does Kevin Garnett have cats?," "Plot of Garfield Tale of Two Kitties," "Cats who look like Wilford Brimley," and "Cat Asthma Symptoms." (Don’t worry, she doesn’t have it.)
4. At least a third of my Facebook friends are people who post funny pictures of cats, or, in a few alarming instances, are cats themselves
What? You guys aren’t following Lil Bub?! What’s wrong with you?
5. When my cat feels it is time for me to go to bed, she will come into the living room and meow at me until I turn off the television
Sometimes I will trick her by turning off the TV, waiting for her to go to bed on her own, then turning it back on. It’s shameful.
6. I would like to give my cat breakfast at 7 a.m., when I get up. She prefers to eat at 5:15
So I now get up at 5:15.
7. I have spent a not-small amount of time wondering which season of The Wire would be my cat’s favorite
My conclusion is Season 2, because she seems to like Greek people.
8. I am fighting every instinct in my body to not post a picture of my cat in this article
But I am not going to do it. Because that is what a crazy cat lady would do, and I am not a crazy lady.
I am a totally sane guy who appreciates a good cat. And yes, that is a thing. So, who’s with me? Anyone?
Top Photo: Man with kittens by Shutterstock
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