It’s embarrassing to admit it, but my cat is the best relationship I have. He’s always there when I get home, he’s always happy to see me, and he loves me more than anything else. What more could I ask for? It’s pretty much the perfect partnership. I’m starting to think I should just get a few more and live my life in single happiness forever:
- I already have one cat. I broke the seal. Now it doesn’t really matter if I have two, or three, or however many more. It’s just a matter of a little more food, water, and litter box maintenance. Sometimes I even feel guilty that I only have one cat and wonder if he needs a friend for when I’m not home. It’d be easy to go full-on crazy cat lady without even realizing it.
- My cat thinks he’s my other half. He hates any man I bring around and refuses to ever make friends with them. He’s incredibly jealous. If anyone else is in the house, period, he shuns them or allows them to pet him for about five seconds before he goes to hide. His version of tolerance is sitting at a distance and glaring at my guests. He also hates it when I travel and yells at me when I get back. Honestly, sometimes I don’t think he’d even let another man make his way into my life.
- I like my cat better than any guy. There’s a reason I keep him around and not them. He’s the best. Obviously it’s not quite the same, but he does provide some valuable emotional support and companionship. He’s sweet to me always and extremely tolerant of me when I forget to do something for him. I take care of him, and he loves me. It’s very simple.
- My cat is my longest relationship. I think that most people enjoy their pets more than the people they date. Call me crazy, but I know a lot of folks who’ve been in and out of lots of relationships during the time they’ve had their pets. They seem to love their dogs or cats more than their partners! I think it’s natural to care a lot about something you’ve had in your life for years and years.
- Most guys can’t get along with my cat. To their credit, it’s not for lack of trying. He just isn’t having it. He wants me all to himself, all the time. Some of the men I’ve dated have tried, but obviously aren’t cat people. Some of them weren’t even animal people. I know better than to date a guy like that again. My cat can obviously smell it on them.
- If a guy makes fun of me for owning my cat, we’re done. Hey, this is who I am. If a guy doesn’t like it, he can get out of my life. I don’t make fun of guys for owning dogs, or pigs, or rabbits, or whatever. I don’t judge their choices, and I won’t tolerate being judged for mine. I’d rather just have my cat and be single than date a guy who doesn’t like that about me.
- I’d rather hang out with my cat than most guys. I like some people, but I’m pretty particular. I’m not all that social. I like being on my couch with my cat, a good book, and some new music playing in the background. My friends would kill me if they knew how often I reject going out in favor of being at home with my best buddy.
- I spend most of my time with my cat. I usually work from home, so I’m there a lot. I only work part-time now outside of the house, so when I’m not at work or running errands, I’m usually in my apartment writing away furiously. My cat’s gotten really spoiled because I’m home much of the day and sleep in my own bed every night. I’m practically a complete cat lady already!
- It’s not like guys are knocking down my door to compete with my cat for my time. Sure, I’d gladly spend some time away from home for the right guy. My cat hates it, but there are compromises to be made. Now, however, I’ve realized there simply aren’t a lot of guys worth the effort. They aren’t trying to date me, so I’ll just stay home with the animal who actually wants my time.
- I like sleeping alone (with my cat, of course). I like having an entire bed to myself. I spread out, stretch out, and move around all I want. No one wakes me up in the night by tossing and turning or getting up out of bed. Sleeping alone is great, and even when I had a boyfriend, I mostly wanted to be at home in bed with my cat. He’s great for cuddling and he’s too small to get in the way of my personal sleep position preferences. If he jumps out of bed in the night, I sleep right through it. It’s perfect.
