There is something wrong with men who are interested in cats, that is a woman thing
You’re not wrong.
I’ve gone my entire life without owning a cat, and never wanted one. My wife’s allergic to ‘em so I figured we were safe. But now that I’m retired (twice!), we suddenly have 3.5 of the damn things!
First one was a semi-feral cat from our old neighborhood that crawled under my track car to die in our garage after being attacked by an owl; guess how that turned out. Meow Meow in repose:
Second one was a kitten just a couple weeks old found in our backyard by one of our dogs … mom nowhere to be found, and three other kittens dead in the field behind our house. We found an adoptive momma cat in our neighborhood, and a month later after she was weaned, we suddenly had cat #2; Señorita Frijoles, AKA The Shitten:
The third one was adopted by our daughter when she was away at school… She calls him her “boy” LoL, but technically named Figaro, or Fig. He’s a nut bag…always in motion, and no fear of anything, or anyone. Playing with our grandpuppy here:
The 1/2 cat is an orange neighborhood Tom that technically belongs to our neighbors, but eats and sleeps on our porches. He won’t let anyone touch him, and doesn’t have a name…just Orange Kitty. Coming over for a visit:
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So yeah… I still think of myself as a dog person, but TBH don’t mind outdoor “barn” cats. They cut down on the vermin and snakes around the house for sure. Yet somehow, here I sit, dad to 3.5 cats.
God help me.