Let me be as clear as day: I am not a big cat person. In the world of cat people, I would not put myself anywhere near the ranks of big, large, nor huge. It’s not even close. In fact, by looking at the objective metrics for cat personness, it could be argued that I am even way below average.
I’m a lot of things. I am a teacher. I am a loving father. And godammit I am a hard working American. But the fact that I am underappreciated in a society of “big cat people” is something that I can no longer accept.
I want to reiterate, I am only 5’2”. Some may say that even qualifies me as a small cat person. Do I agree with that? I’m not sure. What I do know is that after everything is said and done, I am a half human-half cat hybrid and it really shouldn’t matter what kind. I put my pants on one furry little leg at a time just like everyone else.
It is so frustrating to live in a world where my sheer magnitude is so egregiously undervalued. Time and time again, people jump with glee when someone says that they are a big cat person. People shout “me too” and instantly begin sharing pictures and laughing. I was jealous of the attention. I used to lie that I was a big cat person too. But I can’t take it anymore. I look in the mirror, and the truth is apparent. That’s just not what I am. And you know what? I’m okay with that.
So now I call to all of my brothers and sisters, tiny cat people alike, to stick together, and accept who you are to fight this tyranny. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if your big or small, wide or thin. We are all the same. We are all just cat people.
