Through Your Cat's Eyes: Your World Through A Cat’s POV

We can get so attached to our furry friends that we forget they’re not fellow humans but completely different beings from us. Especially when it comes to your cat. And this could leave them feeling frustrated and overwhelmed, so it’s time for a reality check. Keep on reading to see what cats have to say about us and our world. 

My Kingdom, My Rules

I wake up in my favorite spot, and that’s the sunniest windowsill in the house. I stretch, yawn, and look around and think, “this place is all mine!” 

Every room is part of my kingdom. Every couch, every chair. It all belongs to me. And my humans think they’re in charge. That’s cute. 

They feed me, pet me, and follow my every demand.

The kitchen is my treasure room, filled with food and water. The living room is my throne room, where I sit like the royalty I am. 

And every doorway is just a checkpoint. I decide who goes where. It's as simple as that.

Humans Are Strange Creatures

I spend a lot of time watching my humans. They stare at glowing rectangles all day. I have no idea why but it makes me feel quite jealous. 

They leave for hours and then come back smelling like other animals. Excuse me? I’m always deeply offended.

And don’t get me started on petting. Sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes I don’t. They think they have control, but really, I’m the one who decides when, where, and how much. It’s fun to keep them guessing though.

The Hunt 

Hunting is in my blood, it’s my instinct passed down from my ancestors. 

Sure, I don’t chase mice, but a moving shoelace or a sock on the floor is all I need. That’s my prey now. I stalk, I pounce, I win.

My humans try to play along, waving toys and shining red dots on the floor. Nice try, amateurs. I let them think they’re helping, but really, I’m just humoring them.

Night Time Is My Time

When the humans sleep, the fun begins. The house turns into my playground. I race down the hall, leap onto furniture, and sing dramatic songs at 3 AM.

Sometimes, I wake my humans up because they’ve missed my feeding time. I get seriously hungry around 4 AM and they have the audacity to be sleeping! 

A well-timed meow or a gentle paw to the face does the trick. They groan, but they love me.

I’m a Rebel At Heart

“Come here!” No. “Get off the counter!” Absolutely not.

I hear them. I just don’t really care. My life is too important to be interrupted by silly rules. There are naps to take, birds to watch, and important cat business to handle.

Love Is In the Air, But Only When I Feel Like It

I don’t give love freely. When I blink at you slowly, when I rub my head against you, when I sit near (but not on) you, that’s love! It’s rare. It’s special.

And when I choose to curl up next to you, even just for a little while, consider yourself the luckiest human alive. Because my love is a gift, and I don’t give it to just anyone.