The Cat Years

A few years ago when my son began his journey into the teen years I went to his pediatrician on the verge of tears. I explained the emotional roller coaster that my son seemed to be riding and the confusion that it was causing me. Since I have never been an adolescent boy (obviously) I didn’t know how puberty affected young boys. When I asked my husband about his experiences in this area his memory of those days failed him as usual.

Dr. B smiled when I discribed the ups and downs my son was experiencing and assured me that it is perfectly normal for this to occur. “But I thought only girls went through the crazy, irrational, emotional ups and downs,” I cried. Again Dr. B smiled and said wait here I have something to give you. He returned minutes later and this is what he gave me:

The Cat Years
From San Francisco Chronicle
Adair Lara
I just realized that while children are dogs–loyal and affectionate–teenagers are cats. It’s so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it, train it, boss it around. It puts its head on your knee and gazes at you as if you were a Rembrandt painting. It bounds indoors with enthusiasm when you call it.
Then, around age 13, your adorable little puppy turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who died and made you emperor. Instead of dogging your footsteps, it disappears. You won’t see it again until it gets hungry–then it pauses to sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you’re serving. When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before.
You, not realizing that the dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won’t go on family outings.
Since you’re the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your pet behave.
Only now you’re dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result. Call it, and it runs away. Tell it to sit, and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it, wringing your hands, the more it moves away.
Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish of food near the door, and let it come to you. But remember that a cat needs your help and affection too. Sit still, and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the door for it.
One day, your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say, “You’ve been on your feet all day. Let me get those dishes for you.” Then you will realize your cat is a dog again.
While typing this article I just realized that as my first cat is turning back into a dog my youngest dog will be turning into a cat. Oh, no!! I am not sure I can do this again.
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