life with the cat lady

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Is this thing on?

Some people call me a cat lady. They have not met my mom. While I do enjoy a good housecoat and crime TV, this does not point to cat lady. Oh yeah, it's because I have three cats. Now, i have all sorts of friends who have a bajillion dogs. Do people talk smack to them? Oh hell no! Clearly it is the norm to have 73434 dogs running around your house but if you have cats.....

It started with Stanley. He walked into my life one January day. I simply opened the door and he waltzed in. I swear he said "hey girl, heyyyy" but i cant prove it. Ten years later, Stan the man has IBS, anxiety and takes the Prozac. All problems he had BEFORE we met! 

I acquired Lola after a boy situation. Most people turn to food, ice cream, TV or shopping when they have a break-up. ME? I get a kitten. Now Lola has her own set of issues. Like the Jan Brady syndrome, middle cat equals the most drama. She does this thing with her butt....and were done talking about Lola.

Elizabeth Taylor, the most precious cat of all. She is glamorous and funny. Her quirky personality lets everyone know she is HBIC! E.T. used to do this weird thing when people came towards her. A noise that would confuse and frighten you. When you heard this sound, your only job was to get the hell out of the way! Elizabeth Taylor is now 2 and I love her the most. She no longer does that weird "thing" but still folks, get out of her way!

Now if this post doesn't set the record straight on just how much I AM NOT A CAT LADY, there is clearly no changing your minds. 

Until next time....




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