I think I finally understand why single women of a certain age are so attracted to cats. I don't dare to call them spinsters because I am the proud owner of one and a half cats (the half is a loaner who will eventually move to NYC), and one day I will no longer be in my twenties. No, I'm not writing marriage off completely, but as I become more and more successful in my own right it's not the priority that it was when I was in college majoring in pre-wed.
Right, so the men and cats thing. I think it's because, deep-down, they are basically the same creature. Don't believe me? Consider this:
- They ignore you all day, but when you're completely engrossed in something (or someone) else, they demand your attention with a vengeance.
- They think with one major organ (cats, stomach; men, something else completely) and really don't give a crap if you're trying to get a little shut-eye when they want to meet their needs.
- They never say much, but when they finally open up to you, you're expected to understand what the hell they're talking about.
- They keep on bringing the same thing back to you (cats, fuzzy mice; men, "skills"), but you're supposed to fake the same excitement that you faked the first time.
- They're most attracted to the person who wants nothing to do with them.
See what I mean?
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