Origin of Boycat
Hi there!
So I thought I would clear this up. If only for myself.
For the purpose of keeping myself entertained, I've named this blog- "Adventures of the Boycat".
I realized today, that any unsuspecting reader would likely assume that I, the author/blogger, would be the boycat in question; Or at least that I am some variety of boy-cat.
Admittedly, I am, in my mind, sort of a metaphorical boycat, or, at least, I want to be. In reality, I'm truthfully more of a bear-man.
Anyway, I first learned of the REAL boycat a couple months back having dinner at Kyla (my girlfriend)'s parent's house. After dinner, we usually discuss the usual: life-happenings, day-to day type stuff, work, politics, whatever... but as the wine pours down our gullets and the food settles, we often get into quirkier, more interesting and often more subversive subject matter. The last time we were over for a visit, John (Kyla's dad), told us a story about an older friend of his who has a grandchild, around the age of 4, who is obsessed with cats- Let's call him Johnny. So much is he intrigued and inspired by cats, that he's decided he'd rather like to be one.
He has taken to emulating his cats around the house. He gets home from school and immediatley drop to all fours and kicks the meowing into high gear.. Instead of relaxing on the couch, hel often sits perched on the arm rest of the couch licking his wrists and grooming himself. He started asking his mother to feed him milk in a saucer, so he could lap it up like his fellow kitties. He'd hiss if someone stepped on his imaginary tail, and he's even taken to greeting visitors to the house with a purry rub past their shins.
This was apparently a bit of a joke around the house for a while. A cute little phase that little Johnny would soon be over, and they would all, eventually, laugh about. The kid loves cats with all his heart- you have to forgive some of the absurdity and weirdness, I suppose.. Things came to a head one night they had guests over for dinner.. I didnt really get an idea of what happened, but perhaps he was simply refusing to revert to 'normal' Johnny for the dinner table. Perhaps he was 'spraying' their shoes or nibbling on the table cloth. I actually have some fantastic mental imagery of a dinner party gone awry, thanks to boycat... but I'll let you enjoy your own. Anyway, after the incident, his father decided it was time to talk..
He took his son, his pride and joy, aside and began to tell him that he would have to put his feline tendencies behind him, because he was embarrasing himself and his family.... but when the little boycat looked him in the eye, he realized he could not damper this child's fantastic innocence and imagination, and would instead try to fool him into giving up this increasingly creepy charade.
Father said, "Johnny, I know you think you are a cat, but there is one big problem". Johnny's boycat ears slanted back in anticipation. "Cats have fur instead of clothes!!".. "It looks silly, seeing a little boiii-uh.... cat, dressed in little boy's clothes!!". Johnny looked at his father, and nodded. He gave his father a hug, seemingly realizing that it was time to put a stop to his behaviour, and walked (on his hind legs) to bed.
The next morning, as mother and father sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast, Johnny sauntered into the kitchen and mom dropped her spoon into her cereal bowl, alarmed. Something was different.. and it was quite obvious that Father didnt get the message across. Johnny was taking the cat impression to the next level and appropriating his father's ill-advice, by shuffling into the kitchen on all fours, nude.
Doing what what it takes, to do what he wants; boycat is an inspiration to me.
So that's the story. I dont know how long it took for his father to strangle some sense into him and I dont really want to know. I love the idea of this kid.. it's like the other side of the 'american dream', the catch 22. Although Johnny's predicament is absurd and his desire, for the most part, pointless and removed from normal society, he continues to persue it with intense passion. Maybe you can't acheive everything with persistence and hard work. Or maybe you can and sometimes it just doesnt make sense to anyone but you.... my fingers are crossed for the boycat.. and that everyone, can someday find their inner feline. (but hopefully still find someway to contribute to society) ;)
So I thought I would clear this up. If only for myself.
For the purpose of keeping myself entertained, I've named this blog- "Adventures of the Boycat".
I realized today, that any unsuspecting reader would likely assume that I, the author/blogger, would be the boycat in question; Or at least that I am some variety of boy-cat.
Admittedly, I am, in my mind, sort of a metaphorical boycat, or, at least, I want to be. In reality, I'm truthfully more of a bear-man.
Anyway, I first learned of the REAL boycat a couple months back having dinner at Kyla (my girlfriend)'s parent's house. After dinner, we usually discuss the usual: life-happenings, day-to day type stuff, work, politics, whatever... but as the wine pours down our gullets and the food settles, we often get into quirkier, more interesting and often more subversive subject matter. The last time we were over for a visit, John (Kyla's dad), told us a story about an older friend of his who has a grandchild, around the age of 4, who is obsessed with cats- Let's call him Johnny. So much is he intrigued and inspired by cats, that he's decided he'd rather like to be one.
He has taken to emulating his cats around the house. He gets home from school and immediatley drop to all fours and kicks the meowing into high gear.. Instead of relaxing on the couch, hel often sits perched on the arm rest of the couch licking his wrists and grooming himself. He started asking his mother to feed him milk in a saucer, so he could lap it up like his fellow kitties. He'd hiss if someone stepped on his imaginary tail, and he's even taken to greeting visitors to the house with a purry rub past their shins.
This was apparently a bit of a joke around the house for a while. A cute little phase that little Johnny would soon be over, and they would all, eventually, laugh about. The kid loves cats with all his heart- you have to forgive some of the absurdity and weirdness, I suppose.. Things came to a head one night they had guests over for dinner.. I didnt really get an idea of what happened, but perhaps he was simply refusing to revert to 'normal' Johnny for the dinner table. Perhaps he was 'spraying' their shoes or nibbling on the table cloth. I actually have some fantastic mental imagery of a dinner party gone awry, thanks to boycat... but I'll let you enjoy your own. Anyway, after the incident, his father decided it was time to talk..
He took his son, his pride and joy, aside and began to tell him that he would have to put his feline tendencies behind him, because he was embarrasing himself and his family.... but when the little boycat looked him in the eye, he realized he could not damper this child's fantastic innocence and imagination, and would instead try to fool him into giving up this increasingly creepy charade.
Father said, "Johnny, I know you think you are a cat, but there is one big problem". Johnny's boycat ears slanted back in anticipation. "Cats have fur instead of clothes!!".. "It looks silly, seeing a little boiii-uh.... cat, dressed in little boy's clothes!!". Johnny looked at his father, and nodded. He gave his father a hug, seemingly realizing that it was time to put a stop to his behaviour, and walked (on his hind legs) to bed.
The next morning, as mother and father sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast, Johnny sauntered into the kitchen and mom dropped her spoon into her cereal bowl, alarmed. Something was different.. and it was quite obvious that Father didnt get the message across. Johnny was taking the cat impression to the next level and appropriating his father's ill-advice, by shuffling into the kitchen on all fours, nude.
Doing what what it takes, to do what he wants; boycat is an inspiration to me.
So that's the story. I dont know how long it took for his father to strangle some sense into him and I dont really want to know. I love the idea of this kid.. it's like the other side of the 'american dream', the catch 22. Although Johnny's predicament is absurd and his desire, for the most part, pointless and removed from normal society, he continues to persue it with intense passion. Maybe you can't acheive everything with persistence and hard work. Or maybe you can and sometimes it just doesnt make sense to anyone but you.... my fingers are crossed for the boycat.. and that everyone, can someday find their inner feline. (but hopefully still find someway to contribute to society) ;)
posted by Jay at Thursday, June 15, 2006
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