Why You Need a Cat - Reason #1

If you’ve stumbled upon this post, I’m guessing you’re already on the verge of cat adoption (or five). But if you're anything like me, there’s probably at least one person in your life who’s not sold on the idea. You know the type—the people who think cats are basically tiny, fluffy demons whose only hobbies include destroying furniture and smelling like a litter box. For me, that person was my dad.

Now, this man threatened to move into the shed if I ever got a cat. Which, honestly, sounded like a win-win situation for me, but I digress. So, after spending two decades chipping away at his anti-cat resolve, I finally got my first feline, Fika, at age 23. Granted, I had already moved out by then, so clearly my arguments hadn’t worked, but let’s just say the real convincing didn’t happen until Dad met her.

Enter Fika. The fluffy agent of chaos who won my father over not through grace, but through pure, unfiltered stupidity.

Reason #1 - Cats are idiots (And that's exactly Why You Need One

Fika is a shining example of feline buffoonery at its finest. Exhibit A: there’s a photo (unfortunately for her, it exists) of her deeply inhaling the air around a gas cap as though she’s discovered the fountain of youth. In my defense, I didn’t realize at the time that cars were a gateway drug. And yes, what happened after the photo was entirely my fault. Lesson learned—I’ll keep a closer eye on my next child.

Fika's first car, a Ford Focus.

But if that weren’t enough, Fika really kicked things up a notch when my dad came over to meet her for the first time. Picture this: Dad’s sitting on the couch, trying to maintain his "I don’t like cats" composure. Meanwhile, Fika, in a bid to impress her new grandparent, attempted the feline equivalent of a sick parkour move—leaping from her cat tree to the back of a chair. Mid-air, her plan fell apart, and she faceplanted directly into the chair. Not a graceful landing. Did she look embarrassed? Nope. She hopped up, tail held high, as if she meant to do that.

That, my friends, was the moment my dad’s heart melted like butter. From then on, he was a goner. He’s even offered to cat-sit, which is basically his way of admitting that cats are superior beings.

And in case you thought Fika’s antics stopped there—oh no, my friend. She once scaled an entire door and jumped off it just one day after being spayed. The vet's instructions? Strict rest. Fika’s instructions to herself? Go big or go home.

Fika's death defying leap a day after surgery.

Conclusion: Idiocy Is Endearing

So, if you need a reason to get a cat, here it is: cats are lovable idiots. They’ll make you laugh, they’ll make you facepalm, and sometimes, they’ll make you question if they have any brain cells at all. But it’s exactly this charming idiocy that endears them to us—and even to the staunchest of cat sceptics, like my dad.

In the end, it’s not their grace or sophistication that wins people over—it’s their ability to be so confidently ridiculous that you can’t help but fall in love. So, if you’re on the fence about getting a cat, just remember: every home could use a little more chaos, a little more laughter, and one loveable idiot to rule it all.