Confessions of a Crazy Cat Lady
If you do these things, you might be one too
I love cats, I always have. In grade school, we had a hobby show. The other kids brought in perfectly organized stamp and coin collections. Some boys brought in their baseball card collections. I brought cats — Not live ones. Although, I probably tried to bring in my cat, Dusty. I collected cat statues, stuffed plush cats, cat books, and cat posters. Anything cat — if I had it, I brought it. I was a catgirl then. I’m a cat lady now. Here’s how I know.
I have the overwhelming desire to pet every cat I see.
It happens everywhere I go. If I see a cat, I must pet it. No matter how big, small, clean, dirty, mean, or timid the cat is. They’re all beautiful in my eyes. I also strike up a conversation with the cat — make sure it’s happy and has a home. A lot of the time, it will ignore my questions.
People buy me cat-themed presents.
Someone once gave me a crazy cat lady mug as a gift. It’s in a cabinet next to the cat mom mug someone else gave me. I also acquired a t-shirt that says: “I work hard so my cat can have a better life.” And it’s not wrong. I do that. I’m not going to lie. I sense a pattern developing.
All of my clothes are covered in cat hair.
