Cat Person

I don’t know exactly when I became a “cat person”. A trait I was born with perhaps? Or possibly one acquired in growth? Either way I have been; as long as I can remember…a Cat Person. So what does that say about me? Stereotypically I should be a weird, introverted hermit; which we all know isn’t the case…entirely. But lets rewind just a little bit- I grew up with cats; in fact my parents had a cat before they had children, needless to say I was born into a cat friendly environment. While other kids at 12 were gushing over J-14 and Teen Bop magazines, I had a subscription to Cat Fancy (I admitted I had a serious problem in my first post, so I don’t want to hear it). My walls weren’t adorn simply with pictures of N*SYNC and J.T.T. I had full spread, wide open pictures of cats. That’s some serious shit right there. Growing up I also collected cat figurines; which I’m sad to say I no longer have. Not only did I want to be a Veterinarian, I wanted to be a CAT VET…are we seeing a trend? So maybe I was a bit weirder and introverted than I’d like to remember. Of course I’ve grown up; I’m a functioning member of society with a real adult relationship. I no longer get Kitty Porn in the mail or have an eerie cat collection, and gone are the days I long to own a feline friendly vet clinic. But my voice still gets all squeaky and excited when I see a cat walking around the neighborhood, and my heart melts a little more every time one of my babies brush against my leg. Because I AM a Cat Person. So what? I don’t even like you anyways.