I don't take a lot of notice when my human becomes upset, but last week I couldn't miss her distress. Some bearded git, the would-be Republican vice president in the USA, has said that "childless cat ladies" live miserable lives.
The insult got to her. She doesn't have children because her husband couldn't. And yes, she has cats. Me, of course.
Is her life miserable? I don't think so. She misses her husband who died, but otherwise has a full emotional life. Yes, a full emotional life with me.
- We love and care for each other.
- We sleep together.
- We communicate with purrs and human "catty" talk.
- We spend time in the garden together.
- I spend time in a warm cat bed near her computer supervising her work.
- I take a great deal of interest in what she cooks.
- I try to clean up any food that has fallen on the kitchen floor.
- I greet her when she comes home.
- And I look beautiful.
She is not miserable. She is a happy cat lady and I am determined to help her stay that way, Mr JD Vance.
I hope you lose the US election
