Why My Cat is Basically Rapunzel

1. He has the golden locks of a god.


Take a minute and lose yourself inside those sweet, thick locks of angel baby fur. Go ahead, I’ll wait. It’s actually rumored that his marvelous mane hails straight from the head of the mighty Zeus himself. Like Rapunzel, those golden curls are his crowning glory. Oh, and in case you were wondering, he’s a natural blonde.

2. He is the long lost heir to a long line of royalty.


Okay, I made this one up. But doesn’t he just look so stately? More regal than Julie Andrews, I’d say.

3. He’s not allowed outside.

Apparently there are indoor and outdoor cats, and the two cannot be mixed. I think it has to do with vaccines or something, but I’m no cat whisperer. Every morning, as I wiggle myself out of thinly cracked door into the glorious sunlight, Oliver is forced to stare in torturous wonder from his sofa-top perch at the world beyond. Basically, I’m his evil Mother Gothel. Hooray.

4. Those impossibly large, heart-warming eyes.


Okay. Rapunzel’s are green while Oliver’s are blue, but would you look at those eyes?! It probably takes like 20 calories just to blink. There will be none of those witchy, devil-diamond cat eyes in this house. No, sir. In fact, if you stare into his pupils, you can spot little baby unicorns, prancing on rainbows eating clouds of cotton candy. Those magical eyes could even take down even the toughtest ogre.

Without boots.

5. He can charm even the toughest heart.

Really, the video says it best.