We Asked Vets: What's Wrong with Taylor Swift's Catatonic Cat?
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Taylor Swift debuted her new kitten, a Scottish Fold named Olivia Benson, back in June. Ever since, she’s been spotted carrying the cat (without a leash or carrier) wherever she goes, including the busy streets of New York City and, as of yesterday, on airplane tarmacs. The cat, it must be said, seems totally cool with this arrangement. This brings up a lot of concerns. Today, I contacted several local and very patient veterinary offices to find out what, exactly, is up with Taylor Swift’s cat.
I am not the first person to be worried about Olivia Benson’s wellbeing. Lots of people, including Elliot Stabler, have expressed concern for her, and Access Hollywood even asked the singer why she insists on holding it. “The kitten freaks out about being put in the cat carrier… she freaks out when she’s in there. So I was just like, ‘OK, all right, we’re gonna just do this,'” Swift responded, later adding that she’s really only carrying the cat for the “ten-foot walk from my door to the car!”
Okay, so Taylor Swift is not carrying her cat everywhere she goes, but only for the brief walks from one enclosed space to another. Understandable, but maybe not advisable, and still sort of odd.
These questions remain:
1. Is it ever safe to carry your cat around outside, without a carrier?
2. Cats are well-documented psychopaths, and that kitten seems… chill. Too chill. Is there something physically or mentally wrong with Olivia Benson?
My cat-owning coworkers all agree that none of their cats could ever been relaxed enough to carry around freehand like you would any other handheld commodity, such as a purse, an iPhone, or a human child. So I rang up Felton Veterinary Services and Prospect Heights Animal Hospital, both in Brooklyn, to see whether or not a healthy cat—and particularly Scottish Folds—would indeed be happy and safe while being carted around like that.
Truth be told, I was so nervous about interrupting these HERO animal doctors’ work that I wrote out a script to stop myself from rambling on the call. It went like this:
I am a reporter calling from Jezebel-dot-com and I was wondering if there was a vet tech I could talk to briefly about normal cat behavior, specifically in regards to Taylor Swift’s cat.
Very professional. Unfortunately, because I am unprofessional, what I ended up saying was more like this: