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My asshole cat pairs nicely with depression and anxiety
Depression and anxiety pair nicely with an asshole cat. Here’s why: a cat spitefully pees on your things, then wants to cuddle afterward.
People might tell you to get a cat if you are drowning in depression or anxiety. “You need a ray of sunshine,” they’ll say. “Think of the cuddles and the beauty of living with a beautiful cat that will love you until the end of its days…”
Then you might get a cat because part of you wants to prove them wrong, part of you knows you’re an asshole, and another part of you wants to be able to look at real-life cat paws whenever you want.
They don’t tell you that you begin to understand yourself better after that ride home where it screeched and wailed and told you how NOT excited it was about this new adventure. It’s not in the “oh, I’m so responsible” way. It’s in the fact that you can connect with an asshole cat that spitefully pees on things, then wants to cuddle about it later.
There will be mornings (probably every morning) when your asshole cat oppressively snuggles your face, blocking off your airways until you wake up gasping into its purrs. You’ll get it. You’re passive-aggressive, too, so you’ll mumble angrily at it, then let it outside to fulfill its heart’s desires.
But how do you teach it lessons you haven’t mastered? What happens when it skips outside, and there are people? Just normal people living and breathing. You see your cat freeze and look back, begging You with the Thumbs to make them go away.
“I’m sorry,” you’ll say, knowing full well you are speaking to an asshole cat. “Sometimes there will be people existing in front of whatever you’re wanting to do, but you have to try to do it anyway because they will always be breathing out there. Don’t be afraid to give yourself breaks, though.”
Your cat will look at you for a second, then head back inside to stare from the window, before knocking over something you love.
Get a cat. Let a little asshole cat into your life
One night, when your only plans are to be horizontal, your asshole cat might just decide to mess with you. It jumps on the counter where it knows it’s not supposed to be, then stares at you as you yell at it to get down.
Only when you stand up and move will it jump off. It continues to run in circles and chase something it can’t catch. Finally, it remembers to eat, and you see its little heart swell. It curls at your feet and looks up admiringly.
“See, little love,” you’ll say. “Food is a good thing.” It purrs, and purrs, and purrs. Then you make yourself your first meal of the day (probably cereal) and send apologies to your friends who put up with you when you’re hungry.
Introducing asshole cat to your friends
Your friends eventually come over, and your asshole cat hides for a split second. Then it lies in their laps and drools with all the love it can because it collects broken hearts and people and is also a bit disgusting. You thank your friends for not caring about the dirty dishes or the drool; they call you gross. You laugh because they’re meaning to say they love you too.
Other times asshole cat tumbles into your lap and squeezes under your armpit when you finally are doing something productive with your life. You shove it off, then are seized by guilt and hold onto it in a derailing puddle of cuddle.
Its purrs and soulful eyes will make you forget about all the spite pisses, just like cuddles with bad boys/girlfriends that erase the pain. The wave of productivity crashes, but it’s okay because there’s a cat in your lap that is equally clueless about love, and has started making muffins on your heart.
So yes, get a cat. Let a little asshole cat into your life. You’ll sleep less, but you might also stand up, and move, or at the very least live with a creature that has as much spite gnawing at its bones as you do.
And every time you open the front door, it will sprint out at full speed, stop, and be completely overwhelmed. You will give it the space to soak up life, and catch up to the world that is crashing into every single one of its senses, because like you it is so goddamn sensitive.
Then… you’ll follow it out into this world you love.
So yes, get a cat. Let a little asshole cat into your life. You’ll sleep less, but you might also stand up, and move, or at the very least live with a creature that has as much spite gnawing at its bones as you do.
Sophia McGovern
Sophia McGovern, author of "Asshole Cat pairs nicely with depression and anxiety," is based out of Phoenix, Arizona, and splits her time between teaching English and poetry, writing, and making zines.