I should not be permitted to title posts.
If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I’m a reality TV junkie. Sunday is Mob Wives and Real Housewives of New Jersey (yes, they’re two different shows), Monday is The Bachelorette, Tuesday night I detox, Wednesday is Toddlers & Tiaras and Thursday is Real Housewives of New York and on Friday, Jewish girls and women light Sabbath candles. (That’s not a reality show, but it totally could be.)
Lately I’ve become concerned that my reality TV watching has been a little, well, speciest.
Unlike some of my friends who decided to turn off Reality TV, I decided to expand my viewing horizons.
Mama encouraged me. “Animal Planet is wonderful for viewing,” she told me and then proceeded to do verbal screencaps of a show about people who hoard animals.
“They seem very normal, and I don’t understand what big deal is except for smell,” she defended one multi-cat household.
I decided to give it a try.
So Husbandrinka and I watched My Cat From Hell. Which may be one of the best shows I’ve ever seen.
The only way it could be better is if the My Cat From Hell somehow morphed into The Bachelor and started giving out roses.
But that’s not, apparently, how real life works.
My Cat From Hell is a reality TV show involving loving couples with asshole cats. Although the technical term may be “challenging cats”. So the couple in question have a problem cat and then this guy Jackson, a cat listener, comes to their house with his tattoos, facial hair and a guitar case filled with cat toys and tells them what they’re doing wrong and how they can fix it. They listen attentively and shortly after the commercial break, everyone is happy.
It’s like The Supernanny without the annoying kids.
What’s not to love?
So we’re watching and Husbandrinka is not into it.
We meet Avery, who appears to be very inquisitive and is a huge pain in the ass. Like Avery jumps on everything, including his human companions’ work space and is generally annoying. The owner described feelings of dread every time he saw Avery.
Husbandrinka didn’t like the looks of Avery.
“Why is he bald?” he asked.
“It’s called hairless,” I explained. I was dying to add “you’re bald” but I didn’t because I have a loving marriage.
“He looks disgusting. They should get a normal looking cat.”
Which is precisely why Husbandrinka is not the cat whisperer, listener or announcer.
Although maybe if Avery were euthanized, he’d be less annoying. Avery, not Husbandrinka.
Jackson suggested some multi-level spaces for Avery so Avery could climb and jump and (spoiler alert!) everything worked out.
Needless to say, I am completely addicted.
And I’ve been on The Animal Planet website nonstop.
I’m really interested in this feature they have about cat health, which appears to be focusing on cat silhouettes.
I can’t wait for this week’s episode!
Even the commercials are fabulous.
All images (and sources of happiness) are from The Animal Planet.
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