That stupid post about why women and queer people love cats has still got me all fucked up because like a cat is a small animal that is wholly reliant on you it can’t live in your home without your permission and you have to actively and willingly keep it there and this chucklefuck is mad that this animal, that has no decision making power over its own life, doesn’t adequately return the “emotional labor” of being cared for as if the cat understands feminist theory or philosophy in general.
Like the cat weighs seven pounds, you can cut his balls off, and you literally legally own him. If you don’t like having him around you can easily remove him. You aren’t in an abusive financially dependant relationship with him because he’s not a grown human man its a CAT
Here’s the link to the clusterfuck of an article this is referring to.
my cat: doesnt come when called once
me: you know this is really such an avudove tactic of you. How about you stop upholding the patriarchy and go live someplace else
I read this as self-satire (good g.d I hope this is satirical) but you know who was there when I was deeply suicidal last year? Bitch, my roommate’s cat. He was always there when I needed him, it was uncanny, almost as if he could sense it - I would be spiralling out of control in my room and suddenly there he’d be, scratching at the door, meowing to be let in. He gave me all the damn love he had in his tiny body and I’ll forever be grateful for him.
cats are pure. its not their fault they sometimes have owners that cant tell the difference between a grooming mood and a playing mood or who never do what it takes to maintain a healthy cat or doesn’t attempt to bond with their cat.
