How to Turn Your Man into a Cat Lord
You probably guessed from the title that I’m an unapologetic cat person, even though I come from a culture that has a strong preference for dogs. Don’t get me wrong, I like dogs and animals well enough, but I guess I’ve oftentimes felt an affinity for the underdog (or should it be undercat?). Growing up, I frequently managed to adopt stray cats that “followed” me home, much to my mother’s annoyance. She always came around though, despite raising us with the strictness of a drill sergeant. Once, my cat Bubba was sleeping ON her bed pillow, and I tried to shoo her away before my mother caught her (yes, Bubba was a she. I named her after my favorite teddy bear). I was too late, but much to my surprise, my mother said “Leave her alone mija, she’s not bothering anyone.” That’s when I knew my mother had come around to loving (or at least tolerating) my cats.
Something wasn’t right. He clocked into his job as he usually did, mentally preparing himself for the long and arduous shift ahead at the warehouse, but something about this day seemed familiar, like it had happened before. He quickly brushed off this feeling; after all, most days were the same: wake up at an ungodly hour, drive a long commute on autopilot, work on mindless tasks for the next ten hours, return home exhausted with only a couple of hours to zone out before bed, rinse and repeat. After clocking in, he went to his locker, changed into his uniform, and went to work on the floor.