A recent study suggests that talking to your pets is a sign of social intelligence.
And boy is that a real boost to my self-esteem since I talk to my cats all the time.
Oh, and they usually talk back.
Maybe it's an only child thing, but I can carry on a conversation with a cat for a good 10 minutes.
Over the years, I've had many conversations with cats about important feline issues like birds, memes, and catnip. But I'd never had a kitty conversation turn ugly until I adopted Sadie.
Sadie is a brown tabby cat rescued from the mean streets of Birmingham, AL. But she's more than just a pet to me. She’s my spirit animal.
I guess it's no surprise when you consider all that we have in common.
"She's highly food motivated," the adoption counselor cautioned me. I had no choice but to laugh, "Well, that makes two of us!"
And at Sadie's first vet appointment, the vet tech assured me, "It's not that Sadie's overweight, she's just...short!" You and me both, Sadie.
I adopted Sadie in the middle of a decade-long body image crisis. And in her, I saw my own perceived flaws.
Of course, Sadie's round belly was cute (even though mine kept me awake at night crying). And when Sadie finished her dinner and begged for more, it was funny (and not a response to disordered eating).
So given our shared struggles, it seemed only natural that I should talk to her about her weight. Sadie wasn't in our home long before I started critiquing her size, her weight, and her eating habits.
"Don't steal your sister's food! You don't need the extra calories!"
I guess I had it coming, but right after that was the first time that Sadie told me I was fat.