Why I Let My Cats Boss Me Around

And how we all benefit

My bosses Bruce and Bonnie photo by the author

In my little home there live two cats. . . and me. Of the three of us, two are the bosses, and one is the servant.

How, it might well be asked, does a human being become a servant to a cat? I can only say that in my case, the servitude is entirely voluntary.

Ever since I was a very little girl, I have been entirely enamored with cats.

Cats, as far as I am concerned, are the most beautiful creatures on earth. There’s lots of competition, of course: gazelles, peacocks, wild horses, Monarch butterflies, to name just a few.

But what creature on earth combines, the large, luminous eyes, the perfect little nose, the prim little mouth, the delicate whiskers, the soft, fragrant fur, the trim ankle and the dainty foot of a cat? And that’s not even mentioning their pretty ears or their expressive tails. . .

So, let’s establish upfront that I am completely enthralled with cats in general and with my cats in particular. The willingness to give over a great part of my independence to my cats must naturally follow.

Yet I am speaking of willing servitude, which is in no way synonymous with slavery. I am happy to spend a not insignificant amount of my disposable income on cat food, litter, toys, treats…