Unhealthy Obsessions

So you're probably expecting an entire entry about something very serious, like cutting. But no. This entire entry is about my unhealthy obsession- WITH CATS.

My family had a cat named Buttons ever since I was 3. She was the cutest, fluffiest little ball of brown fur with adorable big, blue eyes. I loved her to death, and she loved everyone in the family... except me. Somehow she picked me to be her human chew toy/scratching post. While she melted and purred contentedly under the touch of my dad or sister, whenever I came around she was on high alert, intent on destruction.

Maybe it's because I wasn't always that nice to her. Sure, when she got dementia and would start walking in circles I may have called her funny nicknames like Magellan (what? It was fitting. Magellan circumnavigated the world, Buttons circumnavigated the living room). But when it came down to it, I did nothing but smother her with love. Keyword being SMOTHER.

So since I haven't had the best relationship with my own cat, I have searched for love from fluffy four-legged friends elsewhere (stop and admire the alliteration, if you please). I like to watch videos of cats on Youtube, giggling like a maniac and squealing with delight at the sight of kittens running on treadmills or  cats swimming in public pools, until my roommate's boyfriend that she talks to on Skype looks at her like she's living with a paranoid schizophrenic and begins to worry for my sanity.

You can say I'm strange. But, in the words of John Lennon, "I'm not the only one." I just happen to be one of many people who will giggle with joy when presented with a picture of a cute Russian Blue and a block-lettered caption of "I can has cheezburger?"