‘Cat People’: What does it mean for a cat person to read a book full of cats and their humans?
Through essays and through stories, cat lovers and cynics document the times in their lives that they spend, or have spent, in the company of cats.
Disclaimer: I’m a cat person. I love cats, my friends will say I’m obsessed with them. In all probability it’s true. I have three cats at home – in a way that makes cats unique “pets”. These felines come and go as they please. They are fed three times a day, scritched when they want to be, given medicines when they are ill or hurt, and offered shelter when the weather outside is too harsh for nocturnal escapades.
No one remembers how the first cat arrived at our doorstep (sometime in 2014), and, over the years the generous tabby has brought paramours, friends (and adversaries), and kittens with him to share food and affection. Most visitors went away after a few days of staycation, save two. And the tabby, of course.
With time we have figured out their dietary needs and preferences, regulated the timbre in our voices to individually call out to each cat, and averted our eyes when the cats copulate in heat – my mother is of the opinion that it’s easier to host BnB guests than it is to cater to the whims of these felines.
It’s been almost a decade since our cat chronicles began and since they keep...
