Translation:
Cat: Do you have cat?
Girl: No
Cat: Now you have one!
Girl: And that’s how I got a cat.
I mean … yeah, that how it works, actually.
i was going to say that’s how i got my cat. he LITERALLY walked in the door, jumped up on the couch and never left. lol
16 years later and he’s still here on the couch next to me.
That’s delightful.
I imagine his origin story, as an alley cat talking to another alley cat:
“Those house cats have it so nice. I wish I could have that.”
“Bro. Just pick a human. They’re push-overs.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. You just wait for their door to open and then pick your spot in the couch.”
“That easy?!”
“It’s that easy.”
“I’m gonna do it.”
You’re not far off the mark. One tomcat I had once brought with him a new cat, a girl I hadn’t seen before. He shared his food with her and now she lives here as well.
That’s the way we got one of ours back in the day. I was on an evening walk with my then-gf, we came across a very friendly kitty, gave her some pets, and went on to go home. She followed, entered the house, went right to the litter box, did her thing, and promptly decided she’d live there for the rest of her life. Fucking cats man. Love 'em to death.