I’ve been blogging for over five years. I’ve only had an audience for the last couple, which means no one has read any of my early posts, so I’ve started reblogging some of my favorites.
My cat is an anomaly of felinicity, much like the non-word “felinicity.” This post is about all the ways my dumb cat is dumb and not very cat-like.
Even if you’re not a cat person (as it turns out, I’m not even a cat person), it should be entertaining.
Since I boldly declared myself the owner of the world’s dumbest cat on my About page, I suppose that I owe some explanation as to why I think I’m worthy of holding that title. Let me start off by saying that I’m not a “crazy pet person.” It actually galls me that I’m writing a blog about my feline, since cats are far from my favorite subject of discourse. When “a cat person” finds out that you own a cat, they want to talk about your cat, their cats or cats in general for hours on end. I am not a cat person; I just happen to own a cat. I prefer to keep it on the down low. I don’t like talking about cats, but a claim is a claim and it needs sufficient proof to back it up. I promise this will not be the first of many…
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