By Alana Cox
I never liked cats. I always thought they had an agenda, and I was sure they could tell I wasn’t a “cat person.”
A friend’s cat, the aptly named Scamper, scratched me across the neck when I was little. Our cat growing up, Prancer, was a good cat because she was so dog-like. She went with us on walks and hunted around the yard. Unfortunately, unlike our dog, she could actually catch the animals she chased with rather macabre results.
My husband had been begging me for a cat for our entire relationship. I put him off and said maybe when we bought a house I’d think about it. Finally, after an amazing trip to Orcas Island, we adopted a little tuxedo cat and named her Orca.
Orca the Killer Kitten can be found on Instagram @orcakitty. I am #obsessed with her. She is affectionate and quirky and adorable. And it has me wondering what other arbitrary but firm positions I have that I need to reconsider.
I’ve always been pretty risk averse. I have also always had a pretty extensive list of non-negotiables that I would defend to the end. Super important stuff, like Viva is the only brand of paper towels worth its salt, and mushrooms taste earthy in a “taste-like-dirt” sense. As a non-practicing attorney, I have to hone my debate skills on something (read: everything).
But Orca, among other things, has me wondering if I need to check my premises and become more ready to take a leap. What else am I wrong but sure about? What else am I missing?
Like most people, when I was a teenager I thought I knew everything, and that is a lesson I need to keep on learning. I still don’t know everything.
Maybe I could enjoy snorkeling more now than I did when I was 15 (but fish are creepy when you’re on their turf!). Maybe I won’t spend the rest of my career in government (but I love public service! Maybe I should get over the dim lighting and gore and get into Game of Thrones. Maybe the city I landed in by coincidence and timing isn’t meant to be my forever home.
So this year I am resolved to think less about the worst thing that could happen (bad cat scratches up house and human!) and more about the best (cutest cat in history softens heart!). I am excited to find out what else I am wrong about (it’s not mushrooms, though, those are gross).
Alana Cox lives in Salem, Oregon, with her husband, Jason, and kitty Orca.
Editor’s note: Alana is a daughter of our dear friends Tom and Elsa Guiney. We’ve watched her move through the stages of life, from cuddly infant to teenager and college student to fun, responsible adult. And now, cat owner.
Tomorrow: John Knapp, The odometer