Watching reality television has never been my modus operandi. I’ve never reveled in watching humans live out their lives for the world to watch while they’re prompted to be more interesting by their producers. Plus, let’s be for real here – where’s all the cats?? Why should reality television be dominated by those two-legged things? I was pleasantly surprised, therefore, when I stumbled upon Animal Planet’s MY CAT FROM HELL. I was so pleasantly surprised, in fact, that I binge-watched both seasons available on Netflix in two days.
MY CAT FROM HELL is a show about just that: cats from hell. Cat owners with disagreeable cats from all walks of life call up cat behavioralist Jackson Galaxy – a tattooed, gouteed, super-hip guy who carries around his cat tools in a hollowed-out guitar case – to save the day. Through hard work and surprisingly simple solutions, all of these cats (and their guardians, as Jackson calls their humans) are veritible angels by the end of the episode.
My own humans learned quite a bit about me and others of my feline kind, even though I’m obviously nowhere near anything resembling a “cat from hell.” It turns out that most domesticated cats can be categorized as either bush-dwellers (who like to stay low to the ground) or tree-dwellers (who like to be above the action). And it turns out that most tree-dwellers from hell can be “cured” just by installing cat-shelves! Jackson advises any tree-dweller owner to create a space where their cat can circumvent a room without touching the floor. I’ve already set my humans on this task. We’ll see what they come up with.
This show is incredibly addicting, and not just for cat guardians. Cat guardians, however, will squeal with joy at all the wonderful cats wandering across the screen and will gain a new appreciation for their own wards when faced with the scary awfulness that is some of these cats on screen. And it’s hard not to like Jackson Galaxy, crazy cool guy that he is. I highly recommend this Animal Planet series and encourage all to celebrate the whiskered carnivores in MY CAT FROM HELL.
And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for!
The score for this show is………………………………………………
It failed the Bechdel Test because, let’s be honest, there’s never a scene where they don’t talk about the cat. Which, honestly, is as it should be.
Until next time,