I have a lot of beliefs. I have a lot of very strong beliefs. I have a lot of conflicting beliefs. I have one belief that you might even find creepy or might damn me to a lonely life surrounded by pets. I believe in cats.
My love of cats isn’t a secret, but I never thought of this fondness as a metaphor for my life until my dear friend Aaron got me thinking about it.
With four cats at home, it’s fairly obvious that I have noticed a lot of cat habits. They never want to be held, will only come inside at night when they’re good and ready, prefer to eat on the counter and no matter how nicely you scoop their food onto a plate they’d rather eat from the can. When you feel like cuddling, they feel like biting. When you feel like sleeping, they feel like sleeping on your face. It isn’t news that cats are fiercely independent, and it’s no secret that at the end of the day most cats just want to be cuddled into a low purr until they fall asleep.
Maybe I am called the crazy cat lady in training because at some level I can relate to the animals. My core is one half undoubtedly independent and one half comforted by the fact that I will always have people beside me.
“I still walk around singing her song “Today Was a Fairytale.” All of us girls want that boy to pick us up and think that we look beautiful even though we’re in jeans and clogs. We want it at 14, and we want it at 60. Taylor is writing for the universal woman and for the man who wants to know her. The female rock-‘n’-roll-country-pop songwriter is back, and her name is Taylor Swift. And it’s women like her who are going to save the music business.”—