A vision quest took me to the animal shelter when I adopted two cats, brother and sister. Okay, that's not true. I bought them off of Craig's List and picked them up in a Walgreens parking lot.

Anyway, neither my cats nor I give a rat's ass about what scientists believe. Do. Not. Care.

I don't believe in god(s). That's good enough for me. As far as I can tell, my cats don't believe in god(s), either. I'd like to think that I'm God to them, but that's utter nonsense; they're cats.

you worship them so they are gods.

Well said, Beth/other Jesse. Also, cats are the best.

Weren't there three of us or something?

My cat is God. He is omnipotent and omnipresent. And I give him offerings of food. He gives me other kinds of offerings. I shall not want for his offerings. They are abundant.



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A dog thinks: "He pets me, feeds me, and gives me a home. He must be God"

A a cat thinks: "He pets me, feeds me, and gives me a home. I must be God"

Thus, cats are gods.



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They keep me guessing. They give love and yank it away. I never know where I stand with them. Sometimes they are kind. Sometimes they try to kill me. Sometimes they run across my head when I'm asleep. They might have an agenda or several. I can't tell.

They don't make sense. I don't understand their wills. They contradict themselves. They make me question my worth. I love them blindly despite their capriciousness. Yes. They're gods.

I think Egyptians had that cat worship thing right.

I have a little orange cat named Rusty Jones. He pretty much showed up at my doorstep as a stray, the day I moved into my current apartment, my first Chicago home where I was allowed to have a cat. I was very much an unplanned cat parent (my original plan was to adopt a cat from the shelter once I had more money and settle-in time). Had 40 bucks to my name that day, and used over half of it to get him set up with food, a litter box, and some toys.

That cat has been an amazing source of comfort to me...right after things fell in place in my life, things fell apart with Mormon life. A certain Latter-Day Loverboy, and that church, seemed to conspire together to keep me miserable, despite all my new accomplishments and reasons to be happy and excited.

But Rusty is a better and nobler creature than any man-made church, or the people who create and attend them. He snuggled with me on the nights I cried myself to sleep over the seeming falling apart of everything. And somehow, having him made me realize that nothing at all had fallen apart: in fact, the simple fact that I could keep a cat at all was proof that things were slowly getting better.

Just last week, Target had a coupon where you could get 10 dollars off forty bucks worth of cat food. With that coupon, a couple of other coupons, a sale, and my Cartwheel, I walked out paying about 25 bucks for 40 dollars' worth of Purina Cat Chow. (The fact that I could afford to buy that much cat food in one go = another indicator that things in my life are going better!)

40 bucks' worth of cat food = over 40 pounds. I had to get my utility cart.

Rusty watches me wheel in 4 of those huge bags of Purina Cat Chow, and looks at me triumphantly as I laid the bags at his feet.

Every time I pay homage with a generous offering to the Cat God, I get blessed more than I ever did paying tithing to the Mormon Church. I get unconditional love (which I would still get if we both had to eat table scraps.

And just as every deity has to unleash an occasional natural disaster, he dishes out silent-but-deadly manfarts with the strength to peel paint off the walls of our trashy Uptown apartment. After yelling, swearing, and spraying Lysol, I defer to his power. No deity has the power to make me speak in tongues the way he does.

My conclusion?

Rusty Jones is a god.



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I love Rusty Jones. Cats aren't stupid. Rusty Jones knows that you are lovely.



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Not sure if you'll be able to see this or not, but here he is: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10204865808674999&set=pb.1532937302.-2207520000.1425359921.&type=3&theater

ETA: Your IRL info is on that picture/link.



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We haven't read that one yet...we're still (very appropriately) getting through The Memoirs of Cleopatra by Margaret George.

I guess my IRL info might be the final breadcrumb for anybody who thinks they know me! Hahaha

godtoldmetorun Wrote:
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> We haven't read that one yet...we're still (very
> appropriately) getting through The Memoirs of
> Cleopatra by Margaret George.
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How is it? My mom has it on her wish list.

Great book. Very, very long. Have been chipping away at it since October!

George's portrayal of Cleopatra's life is well-researched, creatively executed, and just plain brilliant!

I have multiple cats gods in my home. They truly do give unconditional love.

My cat is great. He's a Siamese cat. He is crosseyed. It's really cute and he likes all people. He's never scared and lets people pet him.



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Cats believe in gods, it's just that they believe that they are the god.