I’d like to introduce you all to someone. His name is Marjorie.
Yes, I did say his name is Marjorie. Marjorie is a male cat and he is fabulous. But he is not my cat. He resides in a pet food and supply shop called Beastly Bite in Brooklyn, NY. The funny thing about Marjorie is that he hangs out at Beastly Bite, but his original home is actually next door at the Community Bookstore.
Marjorie sneaks out from the bookstore each day to visit Beastly Bite. According to the Bookstore folks, Marjorie is very mean to people when he is at the bookstore. According to Emma (who works at Beastly Bite) Marjorie is very nice and affectionate when he is at the the pet supply shop.
Clearly, this cat suffers from mood swings and is heavily influenced by his environment. Then it occurred to me: Marjorie the cat is just-like-me!
I admire his tenacity. I love the fact that he can just up and leave his original residence to go store hopping. Seeing Marjorie and what a character he was reminded me of my own two cats, Simon and Egreck.
I realized that all the time I’ve been spending with my son has resulted in me being a neglectful cat owner. I am often yelling at my cats to:
“Get out of the bed!” When I find them sleeping in Ari’s bed.
“Get out of the bathroom!” When Egreck threatens to poop in the tub.
“Get back in the house!” When Simon runs out the apartment door and down the stairs to the lobby.
It occurred to me that perhaps the reason Simon is trying so hard to escape is that I’ve been neglecting him!
So, I listened to my cat mom guilt and bought Simon and Egreck some balls to chase.
Thank you Marjorie the cat, for inspiring me to be a better cat mama.
