Category: cat


Theseus is helping me write my essay. Happy Caturday!


My baby

Harley, photo by me

Yesterday, I spent the day napping and cuddling with my cat, Harley. In the last couple of days she had been having trouble walking and moving around. We decided to put her down last night. She was 19 years old, and we had her since I was 6. I grew up with her. I used to dress her in doll clothes and drag her around the house. When I was older, she had a knack of knowing when I was upset. She would always appear and I would bury my face in her fur and cry. An animal’s love in so heartbreakingly unconditional. In truth, I like animals more than I like the majority of people in the world.

It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I love you, Harley!

The cats of Egypt

In Ancient Egypt, they worshiped a cat goddess, Bastet (also known as Bast or Baset). I have loved this fact since I was little, because I got tired of watching movies and cartoons where the cat was the bad guy. I was (and am) a cat lover, through and through.

Because of Bastet, cats were sacred to the Ancient Egyptians. The bodies of pet cats where mummified along with their owners, cat statues were carved and royal cats were even given elaborately jeweled collars and necklaces.

Alexandrian cat, by me

Cats are everywhere in Egypt, to this day. They are underfoot at monuments, in markets, on the streets. Some of them are ugly and vicious, wild things. Others are much more friendly and will come when you call them. The rough cats in the meat market in Cairo sat underneath the carcasses and licked the blood. An adorable orange tabby wound itself around my legs at the Cairo museum. We saw two cats tear chunks of fur off each other in Alexandria.

Cats! by me

There’s a very interesting custom that derives from Bastet, that our tour guide finally explained to us. When you walk down the street in Egypt, you often hear Egyptian men making an odd noise as you walk past. Bsbsbsbsbsbs, they hiss. I was confused.

Apparently, Egyptian men compare sexually attractive women to cats. And so they make that noise, bsbsbsbs, because it is the same noise they make to call a cat, after the name Bastet. Interestingly, cats actually to respond better when you make that noise. And maybe women too?

Djoser's Dog by me

There are some stray dogs around too, for you dog lovers.

Who says you can’t go home?

For the past week and a half, my parents have been in Hilton Head, North Carolina with my grandparents. I’ve been staying at my parents house to take care of la minou - my kitten. She’s not really a kitten. She’s actually 17, and very senile. She can’t hear much anymore, she’ll stand in the middle of the hallway and miaoul loudly…. I have no idea what she wants. And then she gets lost. She goes somewhere to sleep (the basement, my old room, a closet) and then since she can’t hear me when I call, I won’t be able to find her for the whole day. It’s very worrying. She’s very old.

I’ve really enjoyed my time at my parent’s place (soon to be my place again, for the summer). I love having the car (though I’m running out of gas money fast). But above all, I love living alone. I love being able to walk around without clothes. Or being able to sing to myself loudly.

It gets a little lonely, though. Without my kitten I think I’d go insane. I love living with my roommates too, don’t get me wrong. And I’m excited for our last drunken/exam (yes, those two things go together) month together. But I can’t be naked, and that’s key.

I think that my parents house will always be home, the place I leave behind as I explore the world. It’ll be a while until I find another place to truly call home, I think.

That being said, I spent an hour this morning cleaning up the house because my parents will be home before I get back from class today. Note to self: a whole chick pea salad is too much for one person and it really should be thrown out/finished within a couple of days of making it.

Versus Cat

If you have a cat, or have ever lived with a cat, you’ll understand.

I personally like towards the end when the cat attacks his head.

On another note, a timelapse of my attempt at “sleeping” last night would have included a lot of staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t shut my brain off. I’m drowning in work right now… Grr. Argh.