I’m a Cat Guy
There’s a stigma surrounding “cat guys.”
I’m unsure why because we’re perfectly normal; we just find most things objectionable.
We’re said to be less agreeable (which is stupid), more introverted, and less likely to save you if you’re drowning. The last one might be true, but you shouldn’t have gotten that close to the pool. I was having beers, and you just had to go for a swim. That’s on you.
Cat guys are individuals. We don’t conform to social pressures like dog guys, who, if I may be frank, are troglodytes.
Dog guys get more babes, that’s true, but the babes they get, while objectively hot, lean more toward vapidity. Cat guys do just fine, and the babes we get are complex, damaged, and terribly experimental.
Cat and dog guys are pet owners, so there’s a shared sense of responsibility there. We both care for our animals and love them equally. That said, dogs are morons.
Their neediness alone repulses me, but their lack of self-awareness concerns me the most. A cat understands personal space. They respect themselves enough to possess it and arrive when they want less. A dog is an animal operating on pure subservience. Nothing there is earned; it’s taken and demanded.
