Cat-Sitting Pure Evil Is Not Much Fun
Hell hath no fury like a pet who thinks she was abandoned
“Do you think you can watch my cat?” My friend had asked this the prior week, while giving me a hopeful look.
There are people who would find something suddenly necessary to do across the room at that moment. Or give a vague, “Can I get back to you?”
Not me. As a cat lady in training, I believed it was finally time to dip my toe into that feline ownership lifestyle. True, I wasn’t a stranger to cat care. We’d had them in my family when I was a child. But it’s a completely different relationship when you’re a kid with outdoor cats vs. an adult who is solely responsible for the well-being of an indoor one.
Rather like being a casual acquaintance, the outdoor cat would pop in the window to eat, catch up with us for a few minutes, and then leap back into the wilds of our yard, where one would almost always find a mouse.
Indoor cats are strange, needy beings who seek validation in the form of attention and Instagram likes to make up for their lack of dead animal offerings.
