There are two kinds of people in this world: cat people, and non-cat people. I happen to be a cat person. Ben and I have two lovely adorable cats, Creemee and Rocket.
They are best friends. They play together. They groom each other. They sleep together every night. It’s almost overwhelming how cute they are.
Ben is also a cat person, and we are suitably obsessed with our fur babies. When I come home from work, I yell “Where are my kitties???” and they come running. It melts my heart.
Yeah, sure, cats can be jerks. Creemee likes to lick the mini blinds at 3 c’clock in the morning. Rocket likes to stand right on my boobs at all times. They chew on expensive bluetooth headphones and stick their heads in unattended cups of milk.
But these cats make my life infinitely better. When I wake up in the morning, Rocket literally follows me around the apartment, meowing and throwing himself to the floor at my feet, until I pick him up and snuggle him. He will sit in my arms and purr and lick my ears until I have to go make coffee or take a shower. And at night before bed, Creemee will jump up and slither beneath the covers, settle herself between my shins, and rest her little head on my feet, purring me to sleep.
No matter how cranky or tired I am, these little lovebugs make me smile. And I know they do the same for Ben. When the world seems to be against us and life is really busy and shitty and hard, our cats still love us, and that’s pretty freaking great.
Are you a cat person?
Do your fur babies (whatever kind you have) make life better?