How My Cat Chose My Husband

How My Cat Chose My Husband

There are plenty of relationship advice books out there that can help you with choosing a husband, if that's something you want. I myself am probably not the best person to be giving dating advice to anyone. I'm actually terrible at dating, and I can't tell you how happy I am that I don't have to date in the world of dating apps like Tinder and OK Cupid. As far as choosing my husband, well, my cat, Chloe, did that for me.

The Cat Who Didn't Like Men

As I've mentioned before, when I first got Chloe it was me and her against the world. She, much like me, was a shy little thing. For the first two weeks she hid under my bed, scared of every little thing, until the day I fell asleep on the couch and woke up with her stretched out next to me. We were inseparable from that day on, but that didn’t make her any more open to strangers, especially strangers of the male persuasion. Any time someone came to the apartment I shared with a roommate, she would run straight for my bed and hide under it (which was great when the landlord decided to stop by). Sometimes she’d peek out if the guest was female, but if the guest was male, forget it. She stayed hidden.

An Immediate Friendship

Flash forward a few years and I finally had an apartment all to myself – no roommates except for Chloe. I’d gotten used to her hiding from guests, so usually guests didn’t even realize there was a cat in the house. That is, until my future husband came over for the very first time. At the time, I had no idea he was my future husband: We were coworkers who had become friends. He stopped by and was hanging out on my couch, and I had left the room (I don’t remember why). When I got back, there was Chloe, walking right up to him and sniffing his shoes. He reached down to pet her and they became fast friends: A friendship that lasted until she passed away. 

The Cat Approves

I can’t express to you how unusual it was for her to simply stroll out and approach someone she didn’t know. It never happened until that moment. With a whole lot of hindsight, I am convinced that she knew long before I did that he would become my husband, and I’m also pretty sure that she approved. To be perfectly honest, I don’t think I could’ve married someone that she didn’t approve of – she was too smart, and, let’s face it, too bossy for that.

He was definitely Chloe’s choice, and, of course, mine too.

When I brought home another cat, and later a dog, that was definitely not her choice and oh, did she let me know it. But that’s another blog post.