The “It” Factor

Posted by Jules on Jan 22, 2012 in Ramblings of a Crazy Cat Lady | 0 comments

Pet Peeve: The “It” Factor

One of my pet peeves is what I call the “It Factor.” For example, I used to subscribe to a well-known cat magazine. Although there was some informative value to this publication, over time I just couldn’t take IT anymore. I didn’t renew my subscription because of the It Factor.

Some vets and other people and publications drive me crazy with the use of this one particular little word! Maybe I am just a crazy cat lady and shouldn’t be so sensitive about this, but that just ain’t gonna happen. Ever. When it comes to cats, I’m highly sensitive and recognize their uniqueness—their intrinsic value as living, breathing little beings.

You might have already guessed, but for those that haven’t, I’ll explain what the It Factor is. It is the use of that one two letter word, “it,” assigned to cats instead of calling them him or her, he or she, etc. E.G. “…remember that your cat is doing the best it can…” “…take it to the vet…” “It should receive…” “It might like…” ARG!!!! IT makes me so angry I could spit!!

Cats, although sometimes stoic when in pain, most definitely feel pain when they hurt–or are being harmed. Cats feel love and return it ten-fold. Cats think and process information: “Should I do this, or is it going to get me in trouble?” (I’m thinking of one particular red-head in my household.)

Cats breathe the same air we do! They eat, play, and interact with us. Would you call your child an IT? Your spouse? Your friend?

In my not-so-humble opinion, the use of IT when he/she or him/her could (should!) be used, devalues them as a living, breathing species. Using “it” turns them into an object like a flower pot, or a rock in the middle of the road. A thing that can be discarded or put to sleep at the mercy of whomever is their caretaker (I use that term loosely for some!) without a second thought, or being discarded on the whim of some human because they no longer match the decor in their home (yes, I’ve been privy to this happening!).

The use of this word disgusts and disheartens me. The negative connotation by using the term “it” when referencing kitties makes me so very sad for the kitties that have to endure this sort of thought process and the ensuing treatment as an “it” instead of a valued member of the family.

So tell me, what are your thoughts about “it”?

The Uncanny Intuition of Cats…

Posted by Jules on Nov 20, 2011 in Ramblings of a Crazy Cat Lady | 0 comments

In order to make my point about how intuitive kitties are, I need to unpack a bit of my personal life for y’all:

Back in 2002 I was going through a battle with cancer, yup, the “Big C.” I was in distress, emotionally drained, and physically spent.

During this time Abby and Tuffy began to exhibit an uncanny, intuitive nature that I had never seen from them before. It was amazing to experience! It reinforced my unconditional love for cats, and most especially my love and gratitude for brothers, Abby and Tuffy. No human could, or did, what they did for me during this time. It was like they “got it.” Big time!

It all started with my two precious babies sticking to me like glue, literally. It was amazing how their intuition spiked into high gear and they could sense that their mama needed them without a word or meow being spoken…

In this silence Tuffy would curl behind my head as I sat on the couch and wrap his little arms around my neck and snuggle his face into my hair, gently purring. Abby stayed stuck next to me on the couch purring up a storm—he couldn’t have gotten any closer if he tried! If I got up, they followed me everywhere, and I do mean everywhere; if ya get my drift.

The astonishing part of this is that Abby never did the “cuddly-type” of thing (still doesn’t), and Tuffy was a cuddly lap kitty, but didn’t do what he did during this time (he did continue to wrap his little arms around me, etc. on the couch until the day he had to leave us due to CRF—I think he found he really liked it!). When I needed them most, their love for me and their behavior was a hundred-fold more intense. And it was daily. They knew. They really knew!

I will be forever grateful for the love Abby and Tuffy, precious brothers, showed me during this time. I wonder sometimes if they know how much they helped me back then? But then again I know the answer to this because—they’re kitties! Amazingly awesome kitties!