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The Feline Mystique: On the Mysterious Connection Between Women and Cats is published by St. Martin's Press. You can order it now from Amazon.com and BN.com, or ask your local bookseller to stock it!
"A luminous treatise on the ancient and sacred bond between females and felines ... The Feline Mystique delves lovingly into the profound depths of feeling our cats can provoke." - San Francisco Chronicle
"Smart, funny, and insightful ... Simon brings a
modern sensibility to an ancient bond, Owners will find as much joy in
this book as their cats will the paper bag it is brought home
"Like catnip for the soul, The Feline Mystique is a
marvelously written and researched look into the love affair that
women share with their beloved cats. As a veterinarian who has
helped thousands of people say goodbye to a cat who is passing, or
hello to a new best fur friend, The Feline Mystique is a
roadmap to a more intimate, healthy relationship through the
"Journalist and memoir author Simon perceptively examines the close
relationship between women and cats. Drawing on her experiences with the
much-loved Cyrus, whom she acquired when single and at the start of her
writing career, Simon deftly mixes personal anecdotes and interviews with
references to mythology and popular culture. ... Wide-ranging and perfectly
pitched: both sensitive and sensible."
The Feline Mystique a warm, witty, in-depth look at a relationship as old as domesticity. In this nonfiction book, the first serious examination of the female-feline bond, Simon reaches through history and science, art and literature to find out why we have connected - and what this means for those around us. Throughout the 224 page book, real stories of women and their cats - from a glamorous tiger trainer to a determined feral-cat rescuer, a shelter worker to a show breeder, and Simon's own 17 year relationship with the gray longhair Cyrus - bring the reader back to the strong feelings we have for our felines.
With humor, warmth, and a contemporary feminist sensibility, The Feline Mystique dissects the myths and stereotypes about women and cats (from goddesses and witches to Catwoman), provides real information (did you know that cat 'hoarding' or collecting is now thought to be a form of obsessive compulsive disorder?), and incorporates stories of women and their kitties in their own voices, as when 84-year-old Helen relates how her adored tabby Moses helped her come to terms with aging. A catperson's answer to Pack of Two and The Secret Life of Dogs, The Feline Mystique is a book for cat lovers and those who love them.
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"Will I ever find someone to love?" I remember asking my therapist that about ten years ago, not for the first time and not for the last. "Will I ever be able to sustain a relationship, I mean one with someone other than my parents, for more than six months at a time?" For whatever reason that week, I was feeling particularly desperate.
"You already have," my shrink, a petite woman packed full of wisdom, told me. "I've seen you, learning and growing together. Allowing your lives to come together." I waited, wondering who I had forgotten. "But for better or worse, this relationship is with your cat."
I remember feeling a little peeved about her answer. Wasn't she taking me seriously? But then I flashed back to a few years earlier. My then roommate Susan had come home to find me, as usual, seated by the window, cuddling Cyrus, the gray mixed breed longhair I'd adopted the year before.
Cyrus T. Cat - our eminence grisé
"He really is beautiful," said Susan, a big, smart woman with a big, smart grin. "He's clean and elegant, sensitive to your moods and, in his own way, he is utterly devoted to you." I was, of course, the one who fed him, I thought, but I didn't want to interrupt.
"He's got the long hair you like, and the brilliant green eyes." She let her phrases casually roll. "He's got that smooth way of walking down the hall. One of these days, you're going to pick him up and kiss him. And he's going to turn into a handsome man, with the same beautiful hair and the same striking eyes. And for once he'll be able to take you in his arms and embrace you right back.
"And then he's going to say to you, "Aren't you sorry you had me fixed?"
At this point Cyrus squirmed to be let loose, and Susan, flashing that big easy smile, followed him out of the room. In the years that have followed, I have wondered if my roommate knew how much her good-natured ribbing touched on the truth. I have since married a terrific man, a cat lover like myself. And in some crucial characteristics - the loyalty paired with a sense of self, the healthy pride, the green eyes, though not, I must note, the surgery - he does resemble the cat who now shares both our lives. This common joke came true, after a fashion, and Susan and I had a good laugh over this when she came East for my wedding. But since then I have had reason to question the apparent coincidences my deceptively easygoing roommate pointed out. For although these memories make me smile, she's sharp enough to have alerted me to their more serious shading as well, bringing me back as good friends will to some basic lessons about the nature of love and growth, of what I need for myself and what I can - or want to - share of my life that I first learned and that I continue to explore through my relationship with my cat.
It can seem strange, at first, to think in such profound terms about this most domestic of relationships. But if we allow ourselves to consider it seriously, we will see that there is great power and great potential here, built up in the closeness of our bond and in the special understanding that can exist between female human and feline. A sympathy exists between us, a sense of common cause between the petting and the purr that allows us to grow and dream, that allows us, the human half of the equation, to draw on previously untapped parts of ourselves.
Consider, for a start, just how easy it is to make light of this relationship in any of its stages: the lonely single woman who sees her cat as her mistress, her lover, or her boss is the stuff of endless jokes and urban legends. As is the depressed wife who confides in her cat, rather than her husband, or the "crazy old cat lady" who collects felines like her peers collect porcelain knickknacks. Cat and woman, bound to each other and often separated in some essential way from the world, this pairing has provided material for myriad parodies.
As long ago as 1801 playwright George Colman used the name Lucretia McTab in his comedy The Poor Gentleman to signal to readers that this character, a confirmed spinster, was tabbycat like, a stereotypical cat woman. To fulfill the caricature, he made her foolishly proud, so deluded about her own worth that she snubs her benefactors because they are of lesser blood. She was followed in the British popular press by Old Dame Trot and her Comical Cat in 1806 and Dame Wiggins of Lee in 1823 who cohabited with 'seven fine cats,' both early cartoons that won their laughs at the expense of similarly single catloving women of a certain age, and there are many who accept these characteristics - the pride, the aloofness, the antimale bias - about all of us cat women and look no further.
The basis for the easy humor, the stereotypes that serve as fodder for office jokes and TV sitcoms, lies in our recognition of a type. We can all envision the classic 'witch,' a hag with a scary cat. We have also grown accustomed to its contemporary equivalent, caricatured in Nicole Hollander's cartoon 'Sylvia': the neurotic thirtysomething who pampers her pet because she lacks a man or a baby. These stereotypes live on because they are so immediately recognizable, they've become a form of social shorthand to signify maladjusted women. But these simplistic images acknowledge a larger truth. In their negative way, the proliferation of such images serves as evidence of the connection between feline and female.
We have become linked in the world's eyes, elevated to contemporary icons: The young girl who learns to care for, and be gentle with, her kitten. The working woman who relaxes when she drops her briefcase and bulging purse to place her hand, instead, on her pet's soft, warm fur. And the older woman, too often alone, for whom the quiet cat on the windowsill is a more generous companion than her memories. Reaching beyond the more simple, laughable stereotypes, these pairings represent different facets of the real connection between each person and her pet. We see such relationships repeated throughout our lives; we may find ourselves in first one and then another, much as we model ourselves on different archetypes - daughter or mother, career powerhouse or crone - at various times. Even if we do not fulfill all these roles, even as we leave those we've outgrown behind, we sense the rightness of such iconic images, the bond between a woman and her feline companion.
We don't mean to snub dogs and their people. Clearly, dog owners also experience what they believe is an honest and true emotional bond. But the quality of the connection seems to be essentially different: Dog owners (who still edge out cat owners as a group, although the total number of pet kitties beat pooches more than a decade ago) report their relish in becoming physically involved in their pets' active lives, walking and running and romping with them; in surveys, dog owners overwhelmingly respond that they feel closest to their pets while playing or exercising with them. Their bonding comes primarily through sweat and motion. We cat owners, and there are more than 35 million of us in the United States, split our responses among more domestic pastimes; according to the American Animal Hospital Association, we report that we bond most closely either while sleeping with our pets or while stroking or grooming them.
The nature of our connection adds to our mystique, to the element of unknown that confuses so many outside observers of our relationship. It's a different kind of tie than the classic bond that linked Timmy to his Lassie, and it works particularly well with the strengths that we, as women, have been encouraged to develop in communication, cooperation, and understanding. As is so often true with dog people versus cat people, the major difference can be seen as a pitting of extroversion against introversion, of activity, if you will, versus intimacy.
The truth, of course, grows not only from which animal we prefer but from how we choose to relate. I know of one woman, for example, who cuddles her dachshunds as if she were nursing them, unfolding all her secrets into their dark velvet ears. She is the exception, however, and if we are to look at the pet owning population as a whole, the paradigm becomes clear. Dog people, on the whole, seem to enjoy being taken out of their lives by their pets; we cat owners, and we do include an increasing number of men in our midst, instead welcome our pets into the emotional fabric of our lives. In many ways, we use our cats as mediums into ourselves, seeing, in how we view our cats, who we are, and discovering, in how we treat them, what handling we think we deserve from the world. Both types of bonding have their value, but we who have become cat people treasure the quiet and personal nature of our relationship, the steady purr over the joyful bark. It is, like so many things female (and perhaps, like so many things undervalued in our gogo competitive world) a subtler treasure. And in this quiet, private space we find our courage and spirit, we find new value in our feminine nature, we find the strengths that we may have misperceived as weakness. In short, as we uncover the layers of this connection - the bond between the female and the feline - we find real jewels, core truths from which we can all learn. ...
Musetta - hard at work on The Feline Mystique
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