Redditor CatBirthdayParty loves her cat and she likes to celebrate that love. Apparently her boyfriend feels that enthusiasm is a bit on the crazy cat lady side of things. Here's her story.
I've had my cat since he was 6 months old. He was an "unadoptable" rescue. He had so called unsurvivable pneumonia, and when healthy, was nothing but fear aggression. I was basically cat hospice.
Well, he lived. And he loved. He's the purring-est, snuggliest, sweetest cat. He is now a chubby 16 year old with arthritis (treated with Dasuquin, which has helped immensely, but he's not a kitten anymore).
We used to live in a first floor apartment where we could sit outside and I could read and he could be on his tie out and watch birds. Now we don't anymore.
Shortly before his 16th birthday, he slipped and/or fell off the bathroom vanity. I didn't see it happen, I only saw the cat who couldn't stand without screaming afterwards. We rushed him to the vet and miraculously nothing was broken, but that left the question of what he DID do. Even in a bad sprain, it may always be weak and he may never walk normally again, or walk at all. If he tore a tendon or ligament, it was basically over. Orthopedic surgeries and senior cats don't usually end well.
For a week and a half, we brought him food and water. We gave him his pain meds. We set him in the litter and held him up. We lifted him onto and off of the bed. It was basically a cat nursing home up in here.
Just when we thought he would never get up again, he did exactly that. Then he walked a few steps. Then it was cat PT. Making him go a little further every day. Getting his strength back up. A month later, aside from sitting over on one hip when he sits, you would never know he had ever been hurt.
For his 16th, I loaded him into the car (which he doesn't mind at all) and took him to a park by the lake. He spent a couple hours watching ducks and warming his old bones in the sun. My boyfriend was indignant. How the cat doesn't even know it's his birthday, what a waste of time, who does that, etc etc. No, he doesn't know it's his birthday. But he knows he's doing something he enjoys. He knows he feels better than he had been. He knows those things.
Now it's 3 months later and my BF is STILL on about cat birthday outings. Idgi. He helped care for him when,he was injured and did probably more than I did, because I work 10 hour shifts. So I guess staying home to care for an injured cat isn't crazy cat person, but taking the cat to a park is? I mean, there's whole parks devoted to dogs where dogs can see their dog friends. So what's weird about taking a cat out for one afternoon? He's really starting to make me feel like shit about it.
The consensus on this story? Who goes the cat or the man? This also inspired others to share their pet love stories.
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My dog recently collapsed while we were on a walk. The vet treated her but told us she could live for a while...or not. She was thirteen years old. I had to give her pills four times per day. During the three weeks that she had left, we went for walks, she snuggled with us on the couch and we tried to make it special for all of us, a time filled with her and our favorite things. Then the pills stopped working and she died.
I am so glad that I did the silly things and the happy things and the just sitting around things with her. I am so glad that she didn't die when she first collapsed. We had time to adjust, time to remember how much she meant to us rather than take her for granted.
I don't know what is going on with your boyfriend but taking your elderly cat to the park was for you as much as it was for the cat. It doesn't sound crazy to me, it sounds like appreciating a life that has profoundly touched yours over the years.
No, he doesn't know it's his birthday. But he knows he's doing something he enjoys
Exactly. It's like giving a pet a food treat. They don't realize the occasion, but it's still pleasant for them. And looking at a park is a better view than being stuck in between 4 walls.
Your boyfriend is making a really big deal out of nothing. It was a few hours of your time. No big deal.
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My Dad always gave our dogs thanksgiving dinner. :). They'd get some turkey, gravy, stuffing, and other dog-safe stuff before the humans got their meal. The dogs didn't know it was thanksgiving, but they sure liked the food.
My family had horses and dogs. We used to always use those little stockings for the dogs and the horses. The horses stockings were tacked to the front of their stalls and had peppermint sticks and such. The dogs had random things, like peanut butter biscuits for the pup who loved the peanut butter biscuits. They didn't get it but they did love it.
My dad was someone who was always out tinkering in the garage or doing something around the yard. So he generally spent his entire weekends outside, puttering around the house.
When I was a teenager we would notice that sometimes on nice summer days my dad's truck would just randomly be missing from the driveway. We'd call around outside and the dog would be gone, too. The nearest city was about a 40 minute drive away from where we lived, so it wasn't a big deal, we figured he was working on some project and just had to go and get something.
Hours later they would return. For the longest time my dad was really vague about where they were going. Eventually he told us - turns out that he was driving to McDonald's, going through the drive-through and buying a bunch of cheeseburgers. Then he would back the truck up to a shady spot under some trees at the back of the parking lot, and have a picnic with our dog, sharing the cheeseburgers with her. Then they'd load up and drive the 40 minutes back home.
That would be their entire afternoon - just my dad and our dog going to McDonald's for a picnic together.
Your cat is your baby...
I mean, by the boyfriend's logic, don't celebrate your kid's first couple birthdays, since they don't understand and won't remember. Geez.
Not only this, but it is an activity YOU enjoy, OP... Live it up.
Besides, being in love with your pet does NOT make you a crazy cat lady. If you had said you took all 30 of your cats to the park... Well, then... God help you.
My cats know when it's time for me to go back to college. They've gotten used to the pattern of, "She's here for X amount of time, she's been running back and forth with stuff for the last few days" and they start piling up in front of my room and being lethargic. Animals recognize patterns and if everything is fairly constant and something changes at about the same time every year they recognize it. If cats can recognize my complex pattern dogs can surely recognize a birthday lol.
What about a lovely brunch?
I gave my cat breakfast in bed (yes, MY bed) for her first birthday and I filmed it. My SO and I regularly drop her off at 'pre-school' on the weekends (there are no kids at the pre-school park on the weekends). We have a reel of original songs we sing for her. He takes her on walks sitting on his shoulders. Over the last two years we have taken her on most of our holidays. In terms of crazy cat lady, you have a lot to catch up on.
Your BF is being dramatic about this. Your furball was on a lead and being supervised; no immediate danger. As long as all his shots are up to date and you have him on a flea/tick treatment, nothing is wrong. I work for an animal rescue; you are fine and he needs to lighten up. I understand his concern, he obviously loves your furball, but he needs to relax, because this is probably causing unnecessary strain on your relationship. Have him talk to your vet, if necessary.
**You were giving your kitty a better quality of life, that doesn't make you crazy. He needs to chill.