Hi! Happy Pizzamas! It has been a tough few weeks. I mean, its been a tough year. Even for my cat, and she doesnt really understand celebrity deaths or politics.
She is more of a philosophy and golf kind of gal. My name is Lex. I have a YouTube channel, but more importantly, I have this cat. Her name is Felicity, shes been an indoor cat all her life, she is nine years old, and I adopted her about a month ago. Shes very friendly, she likes being stroked and sitting on laps, and the other night at about 3am, she decided to scoot her butt across my bed sheet, I guess it was itchy, and then I forgot, and I slept on it.
The sheet. Not her butthole. But at this point, in terms of hygiene, theres basically no difference. There are a lot of great things about owning a cat. Great for me.
Selfish. She gives me a sense of routine and purpose. She makes me responsible for someone other than myself, which in turn makes me more responsible for myself, because I have to remember to do things like clean up my living space and not leave old food just on the ground.
She really relaxes me. A cat is basically like a furry hot water bottle with a face.
If you picture that literally, its not very relaxing. I mean, also, shes just so cute, oh my God, its physically painful, please make her leave the room. My cat gets stuff out of this, too. Food, shelter, water: the power trio. Catnip, so, regular access to legal highs, and an owner, who, like the parent of a newborn (hows it going, Hank?) has committed to the fact that they will not get a good nights sleep for a very long time.
So I dont mind that she likes to be the little spoon, or that she wakes me up in the middle of the night. Although she has developed this great trick where she reaches out at about 2am and punches me in the face to try and get me to wake up and stroke her. Its so adorable. The more I think about it, though, the more its weird that Ive brought this animal into my home.
Shes domesticated, obviously, but I dont think that my bedroom is necessarily her natural habitat. I really dont want to delve into the horrifying depths of the indoor vs. outdoor cat conversation. People yell there. As Felic has never been outside, shes a bit more senior, she would be in a lot of trouble if I just opened the front door and said, Go!
Run! Be free, my child! Good luck with the big metal dogs with wheels. If theyve never known anything different, do you think theyre just like, Cool, this is the world.
Im gonna eat some treats given to me by the big stupid talking noodle.
Or does my cat look at the very large tall climbing tree that I bought her and think, like, “Whatwhat are you trying to pull here? That is not a tree.” Something I do find interesting is the difference in lifespan. I looked up the lifespan of a rabbit, and it said eight to twelve years domesticated, one to two years in the wild. In the wild, animals are fighting for food, mates, survival, sometimes its cold, they can have untreated illnesses and injuries, predators are always giving them heck, nobody lets them eat a small bit of cheese if theyve been good that day.
Is it better to have a long, comfortable life thats not necessarily instinctive to you, or to have a short, natural one where you run free, terrified, with no idea what cheese even is? I am, of course, just talking about domesticated animals, obviously, not like orcas in a tank.
I guess you could say that humans werent really supposed to live inside, though. But someone what like, Hey, I put a rug down in this cave. You should come in here cause its, um, its better.
” Someone fact-check that for me. A big problem thats come from our love of pets is overbreeding. We are creating a huge overpopulation problem that often leads to animals being without homes. Thats why animal charities always encourage you to spay and neuter your pets, and to adopt rather than shop if youre thinking of getting an animal. People think rescue animals are so damaged and difficult, but Felic is not damaged or difficult.
Although I have taught her to high five, but she refuses to distinguish between the high five and the low five.
Thats the same thing, Felic. It’s the same. I think my cat is very happy here with me, and I cant go back in time and undo the domestication of pets, so I am happy to give one a loving home. Who was the first person to look at animals, especially like wild cats and wolves, and go, Yeah, I want that guy licking yogurt off my hand.
I dont have the answers to any of these questions.
Maybe you do. Thank you for joining me here on vlogbrothers during Pizzamas, and for sticking with me when I decided I just wanted to make a video about cats. Ive been on the World Wide Web for a while, I know what you kids like. John, Ill see you on Tuesday.
Ive always wanted to say that..