My Cat's an Introvert
Anyone who knows my cat and has seen/experienced his crazy-hissing side is going to read the above title and say, “No, Michelle – he’s bat-spit crazy. That’s what he is.” They’ll keep an eye out for him, too, if I haven’t already locked him in the bedroom. I can’t say I blame them, either, for Phil can be an (at times) intimidating furry grey ball of fury. That’s why when he gets a certain look in his yellow-green eyes I won’t turn my back on him. I’m not even kidding a little bit. He will bite my ankles if I don’t take such precautions. But when it’s just the hubs and I at home, he is a friendly, sometimes pesky/sometimes snuggle-butt. Again, I’m not even kidding a little bit. He’s like a different cat, all love and affection until something else is deemed more worthy of his time. (He is a cat, after all.)
And this past evening, after having to throw a towel on top of him so I could scoop him up safely and lock him (for the second time) in our bedroom while company was over, it came to me: My cat is an introvert.
Please, skeptical family members, hear me out:
- He has only a few close friends, as it were (namely, Jeff and I).
- He likes to spend time by him self (usually holed up in his cat tree).
- He does more listening than talking (unless he’s begging for food or for the bathroom tap to be turned on).
- He gets crabby when there are more than two people in the house.
Now, I’m an introvert, so let’s compare:
- I don’t have lots of friends (but I do have good friends!).
- I like to spend time by myself (usually tucked away with some sort of reading or writing material).
- I do more listening than talking, more so around people I don’t know very well.
- I get crabby when I’m around lots of people with little opportunity for alone time for an extended period.
This isn’t hard-and-fast science, I know – but I think it has to count for something, right? Right.
Plus, look at this face:
Case closed. ;-)