I'm Taking Relationship Advice From Cats for 30 Days (Yes, Really)

A mildly deranged way to stop doomscrolling

I don’t know who needs to hear this — and frankly it might just be me — but doomscrolling is not a legitimate activity. It’s barely even a pastime. It’s the digital equivalent of wandering into the kitchen at 2 a.m. and staring into the fridge hoping to find enlightenment behind the yoghurt.

Anyway.

The other night, while I was scrolling myself into oblivion, I watched this video called “A Chaotic Guide to Making Stuff Instead of Doomscrolling.”
A title which, to its credit, delivers exactly what it promises. It’s chaotic. It’s a guide. There’s definitely stuff.

At one point the guy mentions giving yourself a daily challenge. Nothing noble. Nothing that requires a TED Talk or a Himalayan retreat. Just… one little thing a day.

Apparently a guy in the UK has been doing a Rapvent — an advent calendar but with original raps. One song every day until Christmas. I don’t even have the energy to unbox my winter sweaters, and this man is out here releasing 24 micro-albums for fun.

So naturally I thought:
“Well, if he can do that… surely I can manage a paragraph.”

Which brings us here.

For the next 30 days, I’m writing one tiny lesson a day:
“30 Things My Cats Taught Me About Love.”

Because people love to romanticise dog love — that sweet, unconditional, slightly overenthusiastic adoration. And while dogs are perfect little angels, I refuse to base my relationship expectations on a creature who thinks I am divine simply because I opened a packet of chicken.

Cats, on the other hand?
Cats operate like seasoned diplomats.
Respect. Trust. Timing. Consistency.
They don’t worship you blindly. They don’t offer devotion “no matter what.”
You must earn their approval like a slightly underqualified intern hoping for a permanent contract.

So each day you’ll get one small, fur-coated truth about relationships.
Short, cheeky, a tiny bit existential.
A purr with a moral.

Really, this whole thing is just a creative warm-up for myself — a way to stop doomscrolling and start… scrollmaking? Scrollcreating? Whatever the opposite of doomscrolling is.
Showing up. Writing a thing. Not letting my brain dissolve into digital soup.

If you want to follow along, lovely.
If not, the cats and I will be over here, conducting our quiet little campaign for emotionally stable, well-boundaried love.

See you tomorrow for Day 1.

Follow along on Notes - one small lesson about love, delivered daily for the next 30 days.