Not A Cat Person


I am not a cat person, never have been, though I know some. Partly, it’s because I’m allergic. The rest is because I’m just not. Pet orientation is like sexual orientation or food likes and dislikes. I think. I like women and I hate sweet potatoes. I’m more drawn to women who don’t try to convince me to eat sweet potatoes than those who do. It’s just who I am. But this cat, Mia is her name, has adopted me. I was a rescue people and I appreciate being adopted, especially by a cat, since they can be so picky. I’ve been trying to figure out what she is doing here. Laying on my keyboard. Watching my screen as it scrolls through who knows what. She does it a lot. I have no idea why. I don’t understand cats. Or women or sweet potatoes. I don’t know if the cat understands me or not. She’s very circumspect.