My Husband, the Cat Whisperer

February 26, 2013 | By | Comments (6)

Cat sitting in a window

Cats love my husband. I really have no idea why. But if he finds himself in a cat household, sitting in one place for any length of time, invariably a cat will leap into his lap.

Last week we had dinner with friends who have two cats; let’s call them Ray and Petey.  After dinner we repaired to the living room, as they say, my husband and I side by side on the sofa. Five minutes passed, and Ray jumped up and settled in behind my head on the top of the sofa cushion. No one paid any attention, because apparently Ray does this all the time and is quite indiscriminate in his affection. But fifteen minutes later, Petey appeared out of nowhere and jumped up into my husband’s lap.

“Petey!” our host exclaimed. “Wow! He never does that! WOWWOWWOW! He really likes you!!!!!” My husband shrugged, and I immediately thought of Lucy. Lucy was once the Petey in my parents’ household—i.e. the reclusive pet who annoyed you (or me, at least) with her standoffishness. Still, every time we visited my parents, Lucy would jump up into my husband’s lap, much to the astonishment of everyone who fed her and took her to the vet and basically kept her alive, despite the fact that she seemed completely disengaged and ungrateful.

You may be wondering:  does my husband love cats? No, not in the least. Well, not as a category of animal. He loved exactly one cat, George, who was our first pet after we got married and lived for nearly twenty years, gently guiding us through three houses, nine jobs, one dog, and two children. George was an exemplary cat who is now buried in our perennial garden. We have absolutely no plans to replace him.

So what is it? Does my husband give off some sort of undefined, cat-friendly energy? Is this George, visiting from The Great Beyond? Or was my husband, uh, a cat in a former life?


  1. Toni

    I have similar experiences with pets in general. I have often been the one they come to and the owners are surprised. I think I just give off an animal-friendly vibe. Maybe your husband does the same but it’s more cat centric.

    February 26, 2013 at 6:43 pm
  2. Don

    I’m known as a “cat babe.” I worship them and cats that won’t approach strangers will approach me as I’m walking. And I love being the centre of cats.

    February 26, 2013 at 11:47 pm
  3. Mary Rinder

    I don’t know if cats migrate to those who don’t like cats more than those who are cat people. Maybe we just notice it more.

    March 2, 2013 at 7:13 pm
  4. Anina Salerno

    Having lived with a lot of cats, some of whom were very anti-social, I have seen this happen with my own friends and family. I would bet your husband gives off a very calm vibe. Cats generally don’t like overexciteable people. The very fact that he is not actively trying to engage the cat makes them more comfortable in approaching him.

    March 4, 2013 at 10:54 am
  5. Elizabeth Jacobs

    My husband, too, is a cat whisperer. We went to Catalina Island, which he had never set foot on, and the resident cat at the book store, made a beeline for him sitting out front. My mechanic, who my husband had never met, had two cats. While waiting for my husband to pick me up, I noticed that his cats were waiting too… Used to have a neighborhood cat that would sit at our door and cry for dear hubby…now we have a dog who thinks he’s a cat…

    July 28, 2013 at 9:38 pm
  6. Lynn

    My father in law HATED cats and yet our cats gravitated toward him. We have been told it is because he poses no threat of touching them because he completely ignores them and does not make eye contact.

    January 22, 2015 at 10:12 am

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