When people ask if I’m a cat person or a dog person, I say “yes.” I’ve mostly had cats in my life but pretty much any cute animal turns me into a drooling doofus in the best possible way. Last time I did some cat-sitting for a friend I must have told Oscar that he was a cat about 1,000 times a day. I mean. He needs to know.
Apparently this dummy-babble we’re reduced to by the floofs is universal, crossing all language barriers and cultures. At least according to this Tumblr thread, which kicks off:
It’s like there’s something so visceral and innate that what we’re compelled to express can’t even be uttered unless its in the first and most basic way we learned to communicate.
No matter who we are or where we’re from, we turn into sort of Kindergarden Dadaist poets when we come face to face with the adorbs.
And this all raises the question, what do the animals think of this? Does one language mean more to them than another? Are they laughing at us?
The thread closes off with an angle I wouldn’t have even thought of.
Seems like we’re all pretty much doomed to never be intelligent adults if there’s something furry in the room. And you know what, I’m ok with it. They don’t mind, I don’t mind, and they’re the bestest little things in the world, yes they are, yes they are.
What sorts of things do you say to your pets? We won’t tell.
Let us know in the comments.