I live with cats. This information generally surprises no one, except occasionally me, perhaps because I thought I was more of a dog person. I must give off a cat-ish aura, or something. It has gotten to the point where things like this happen:
Pictured above: General grumpiness.
You might have noticed I said I ‘live with’ cats. I did not say I ‘own’ cats or even that I ‘have’ cats, because if you know anything about cats then you know the idea of ownership is questionable at best. In fact, you might not want to add ownership into the situation, just in case it might turn out that they actually own you*. If you do not understand this, you are either not a cat person or you do not have internet access**.
And so, because I know the internet loves this sort of thing, here are the cats:
Don’t worry, I’m not here to talk about them. Honestly, the last thing I want to do is gush. They’re not precious babies- they’re obnoxious. They drive us crazy and destroy anything they can. They terrorize me, my parents***, and each other. And yes, we love them very much.
Our cats have earned the nickname The Herd, because every time we see all three of them together we are confused as to how we have amassed so many. The name got me thinking, obviously a herd of cats is a misnomer, as everyone knows how difficult said herding would be. So what was the proper term? Now, if you know your collective animal nouns, you might know that a group of cats is actually commonly known as a clowder. What you might not know is there are a whole host of variations upon this term, among which are two excellent, and almost absurdly appropriate, examples: A destruction (used for wild cats), and a nuisance (for house cats).
So again, our nuisance:
*= Which happens more frequently than you might think.
**= Which confuses me since you’re reading my blog.
***= That’s right! I’m not a sad man who lives alone with three cats, I’m a sad man who lives with three cats and his parents!