Who Really Runs the House?

Today, I stumbled upon a quote that tickled my whiskers: "Cats choose us; we don’t own them." – Kristen Cast. Ah, the sweet sound of truth!

Let me break it down for you. Humans, with their big heads and opposable thumbs, often think they run the show. They like to believe that when they bring me home, set up my kingdom of blankets, and offer me treats, they somehow own me. How delightfully naive! I mean, let’s be honest—who’s really in charge here?

Take today, for instance. My human was frantically waving that flashy thing (they call it a "toy," but we all know it's a ridiculous attempt to get my attention). I looked at them, gave a royal yawn, and turned away. Why? Because I choose when playtime happens, not them! When I decided it was time, I graced them with a few swats at the toy, but only after they had given up and sat down to do something else. Oh, the power I wield!

And when it comes to snuggling, that’s on my terms too. I could sense my human wanted some cuddle time this morning. I, however, preferred a solo sunbath by the window. Later, when I felt the need for warmth, I chose to curl up on their lap. The look of pure joy on their face was priceless. You see, Diary, I am the one who decides when and where affection is given.

This quote, dear Kristen Cast, is like a little tribute to our feline greatness. It’s a reminder that while humans may open their homes to us, we are the ones who decide whether they’re worthy of our company. We cats are discerning creatures—we don't settle for just anyone. We choose who to bless with our presence, who gets to hear our purrs, and who gets the honor of serving us dinner (which, by the way, was three minutes late today… I’ll have to meow about that later).

So, to all the humans out there, remember: you may think you own a cat, but in reality, a cat has chosen you. You are the lucky one, my dear human. And as long as you keep the treats coming and the sun shining, I shall continue to grace you with my presence. But never forget, this arrangement is on my terms.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for my fourth nap of the day. After all, choosing humans is exhausting work!

Purrs and Whiskers,
Gryzka the Cat