“Time spent with cats is never wasted.” -Sigmund Freud

Though it’s generally considered good sense to approach anything Sigmund Freud said with skepticism, I agree with him on this one. And since even Freud probably couldn’t stretch a metaphor far enough to make a cat into a phallic symbol, I think we’re safe.

I’ve written about my family’s nuisance of house cats before, but it’s been, like, weeks, so I think we’re due another cat post.

So here’s Samwise’s User Guide to Kittehs:

First of all, congratulations! By adopting a little ball of fluff you have made your first steps toward the form of insanity known as cat ownership!

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Anything so cute has to be evil.

Raising and caring for a cat of your own can be a very rewarding experience, as long as you don’t actually expect them to listen to you, or love you in return. Actually, and no one will tell you this until after you adopt a cat, but that little shite is going to do whatever the heck it wants until you learn to put up with it. And you’re going to love it anyway. The most common misconception is that you can train your cat to certain things, and well, the idea is honestly just laughable. Your new cat, on the other hand, is trying to teach you the rules of cat ownership.

The first lesson your cat is trying to teach you: Expectation will always lead to disappointment. 

Living under the tyrannical rule of one of our feline overlords can be frustrating and disillusioning. I guarantee you that four out of five times you, the human, want to have a positive or emotional connection with your lord and master, your furry friend will snub you like yesterday’s beef and gravy bits. Whether you’re trying to play with their catnip mouse or wanting to snuggle before bed, you will most likely be beneath your liege’s notice.

Their emotional detachment will hurt you. Their offhanded rejection will come as a surprise, and it will only leave you craving their attentions more. The most important thing here is to accept it. You see, what is an abusive relationship between members of our own species is the expected norm in human-feline relations. You will spend much of your time vying for their approval, while they, in turn, do their best to accept your existence.

The second lesson your cat is trying to teach you: Learn to recognize my moods.

Cats are very different creatures from the other common, and clearly inferior, domestic species of dogs. They will not greet you with a wagging tail and a slobbery tongue, as they are not such base creatures (however, if you have forgotten to prepare their majesty’s regular meals, they may insistently remind you of your duties.)

As cats are higher beings, their moods are beyond our lowly comprehension. In their wisdom, however, they deign to approach their human servants with three recognizable “moods”: Happy, Angry, and Hungry. 

As I just said, a hungry cat will be actively seeking your attention as you have failed in your duties. Your furry master will most likely rub up against your legs, and then lead you to their dish. They will not lead you to where the food is kept, as they are above such matters and really, it’s your job to know that anyway. Should you not respond within the appropriate amount of time, usually five seconds, your lord or lady may also give you a short but sharp verbal rebuff.

Happy cats are seemingly hard to recognize for the inexperienced human. A Happy cat looks like this: url

 

A closed mouth and shut eyes are good signs of a content overlord, as well as a lazily sweeping tail. If you are successful in pleasing your cat, they will generally settle down for a nap, or if you’re lucky, a cuddle. Our masters also may vary their forms of affection, from a light nip to a heavy purr.

Angry cats are another story altogether. See how the Happy cat above has a gentle expression and perky ears? If you anger your cat, they will adopt a very different visage:

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Oh shit.

Those humans who anger their overlords find that they experience fear on a primal level. An angry cat will make a human instinctually draw back, as we are subconsciously cognizant that a cat should never be angered. As you may have noticed, the ears are flattened instead of upright, the eyes are slitted in disgust, and the fangs are bared. Should you encounter an angry cat, your only hope of survival is to placate them as best you can, or run for your life.

Newcomers to cat ownership may commonly find their liege-lord with this expression:

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Do not be concerned. This expression simply means the cat is experiencing a level of reflection or emotion that you are not able to understand. You should not feel the need to act, though placating your overlord is always a good idea. 

The third lesson your cat is trying to teach you: Learn how and where to touch me.

In our childhood, most of us learn the parts of the cat like this:

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Juvenile.

Not only is the above diagram simplistic, but it also has no real functionality. The terms used there are too general, too applicable to other animals. Cats are on an entirely different plane of existence than other animals (including humans), and therefore require a set of diagrams. Specifically, their anatomy is determined by their emotional state (refer to Lesson 2).

The Happy Cat diagram:

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The Happy cat diagram is the most common.

The Angry Cat diagram:

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The Angry cat diagram is probably the most useful.

The Scared Cat diagram:

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No, scared cats aren’t invisible; they’re just gone.

Knowing the proper names for the parts of the cat is a good place to start, though you should also know where your kitty will prefer to be touched, as shown here:

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Remember to always aim for the “Hell Yes” and the “Awesome” categories.

Well, that is it for this installment of Samwise’s User Guide to Kittehs. Hopefully this information and these diagrams have been useful to you. Remember, your cat is a tiny, furry Buddha, and they have much to teach you.

“Your most unhappy customers are your greatest source of learning.” -Bill Gates

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From the diary of the presumed-late Samwise Dicken.

[Editor’s note: This is all that could be saved from the diary of Samwise Dicken, beginning the 27th of May, 2014. These are the personal notes of Mr. Dicken, chronicling his stay at his parent’s house in Indianapolis while they were away on business. These notes have been released for the public with the consent of Mr. and Mrs. Dicken.]

Day 1:

I have been missing this quiet, this peace. I was more than happy to take my parents’ offer to watch the cats. It feels like years since I have lived alone, and in truth it has been a long time. I am quite pleased to be able to cook and clean only for myself, and operate solely on my own schedule. I can simply read a book or watch a movie, should I choose to do so. Taking care of housecats is a small price to pay for the reverie of being alone.

Day 2:

This house is too big. I will never understand how my parents could live here easily, for there is simply too much space. I cannot imagine being able to use each room effectively, and it seems they have the same issue; my brother’s room and my own seem to be primarily used for storage at this point.

I do not enjoy being in large houses, or by large windows. I know it is just a nervous tick, a childish anxiety left over from my youth, but I can’t help but feel exposed. In such a large house, the feeling of knowing you are alone may be overshadowed by the sheer presence of the emptiness. You begin to wonder what may be there with you.

I will overcome my child-like fears. Perhaps leaving the cats free to roam the house, and sleep in my room, will comfort me.

Day 3:

My plan was in error. The cats’ presence was a comfort, for the most part. However as the night wore on I can only assume they grew bored with my restless slumber, and took off to enjoy the house at nighttime. I woke several times to what I imagine was simple feline curiosity, a far-off sound or the tinkle of a toy bell.

This morning I took the time to close a few doors, shut off access to a few parts of the house. This should keep the cats out of some of the rooms, and help put my mind at east about the size of the abode.

Day 4:  [Editor’s note: At this point, Mr. Dicken’s paranoia seems to have begun. It’s source is unknown.]

My concern grows. I have been unable to shake my anxieties, and I fear I am closing in on a paranoia. Last night, in the early hours, I woke to the sound of voices. I thought I was awake, though now I cannot be sure. I laid there paralyzed with fright, as I slowly realized that these voices, to my horror, belonged to the cats.

I am more and more certain it was just a dream, as surely cats cannot speak. I do not remember what it was I felt I heard, though I do know it filled me with dread. The cats will sleep in the basement again tonight.

On my way out this morning I saw that some of the doors were ajar, and promptly closed them. Their hinges must be weak, or their wood shrunken with age. I cannot consider that the cats have opened them.

Day 5:

Everything I do, everywhere I go in this house, the cats seem to be there waiting. I may glance in the mirror while shaving, or look back before leaving in the morning, and one will be there. Always in the corner of my eye, always a step behind me.

I must be mistaken, they seem normal house cats. They show me affection, and play with string. They seem more concerned about their morning and evening meals than they do about my whereabouts. And yet there they are, always just out of view.

I have taken to leaving all doors shut, though I continue to find ones ajar. I have put away my razor, and secured all the knives. I have no reason for doing these things.

Day 6: [Editor’s note: On day six Samwise seems to have taken a turn for the worse. His handwriting was shaky, and uneven.]

My only hope is for them to accept me. I have begun to pay more attention to their one-on-one relations, and the group dynamic. The power structure of their little hierarchy can change day to day, sometimes hour to hour. Size is a factor, but not the only variable. Pecking order is shown by means of seat location, food bowl choice, and litter-box usage. Preference seems to be contested by short tussles, where the victor receives a grooming.

I must understand these creatures, if I am to have any hope. I can no longer fight my battles with closed doors and indifference. I can only hope that my understanding of them will help them understand me.

Day 7:

[Editor’s note: Much of this page has been lost. Samwise’s handwriting became indecipherable, his thoughts muddled. Sentences are smeared and word are unidentifiable. What was able to be saved has been reproduced here.]

“… [smudge] last day. There is n[this sentence appears to have been erased several times] Hope is gone… [indecipherable scribble] I must… show… [smudge, which extends along the rest of the line] We are…. family… [ink blot] We… are one.”

“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.” ― Garrison Keillor

Mondays are not made for heavy lifting (mentally or physically), and since my post last Thursday got a fair amount of attention, I thought I might prepare something along those lines for today. Y’know, ease into the week a little bit.

Among the things that were said about my blatant attempt to win hearts over the internet, a friend of mine* asked “I wonder what cats would write a blog about?”

Obviously, I was intrigued. I started to writing** a blog from the perspective of a cat, figuring that my natural predisposition toward grumpiness and disdain for well, everything, would give me an edge.

What I have learned is that it is fairly difficult to write from the perspective of a cat, if you are, indeed, not a cat.

Well, I guess that’s not wholly true. There are some excellent videos that refute my previous statement. And so instead of trying to recreate them, I figured I would just add links to the videos themselves because, again, Mondays are not for heavy lifting. Happy Monday, and I hope you enjoy.

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*= You know who you are.

**= When I say writing I really mean thinking, or maybe more accurately daydreaming.

“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.” ― Terry Pratchett

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:

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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:

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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:

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*= 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!