It’s official. Annie the highly intelligent cat, has her own Facebook page. I caved in and made her one because not only has she appeared in my Huffpo and xoJane Articles, but she also has been featured on social media sites for pet brands such as Frisky in Philly, Meow Mix and Friskies.
On my Instagram account and Twitter account, I’ve been trying out new hashtags when sharing her photos. If her crazy expressions and personality can brighten my day, hopefully it can do it for others. Slowly but surely I’m becoming a cat stage mom. Welcome to the 21st century version of the American dream.
Like her page to check out funny photos and short videos of her posted whenever I remember to do so. If anything else, it will be a way to break up the boring photos on your newsfeed that show your friends’ kids posing the same way a billion times.
Originally Published on Huffington Post on 12/24/2014 and xoJane on 12/25/2014
2014 can be labeled as ‘the year of…’ many things. The year I turned 25.The year I spent recovering from a super-shitty depressive episode . The year I successfully ate a clean diet for 40 days, and ran my first 5K. The year I wrote about my online dating failures and had several articles go viral . The year my best friend’s son suddenly died. But most importantly 2014 will be the year I got a kitten. The year of the highly intelligent cat. Technically I was given to her for Christmas 2013, but didn’t bring her home on December 28, which is practically 2014.
That day as I drove through the streets of North Philly with a plastic cat carrier with the tags still on it, anyone who passed by me would think that I was insane. “We’re almost to place Cat, just stop making noises” I screamed trying to match the volume of the ear-piecing wails my new pet was making. Within a span of 72 hours, I had agreed to accept the Christmas present from a friend, a 4-month old marmalade colored kitten that a friend of a friend had found wandering around his apartment building. “This is the thing you need. It will provide such comfort,” my well meaning friend when she introduced me to my very much alive and active gift. As the cat and I eyed each other up for the first time, we were both skeptical of each other.
When we finally got to my apartment, I let her out to get a lay of the new land. She scurried to the drawer underneath my bed, where Cat stayed for several days. (Yes, originally the cat’s name was Cat because she looked identical to the one in Breakfast at Tiffanys. Eventually I named her Annie because she was an orphan , and Cat became to annoying to explain to non Audrey Hepburn fans.)
Great. The cat that is supposed to make me feel less alone wants nothing to do with me. Initially I was certain becoming a cat owner was a mistake, and had begun looking for places to drop her off. I was such a hot mess myself, and this cat doesn’t even like me. Continue reading
Merry Christmas from The Highly Intelligent Cat!
It’s my first Christmas as a pet owner. Annie was actually a Christmas present in 2013! I found out I was getting her the day after Christmas and brought her home December 28th. More about how this cat, along with 2014 in a whole changed my life. But for now, I leave you with Catmas photos!