Don’t call me crazy and don’t call me a cat lady. Am I not cool because I own felines? I only have two and they are rescues so it’s okay.
I acquired Harlow after her owner passed away. Only one-year old and an orphan, I just couldn’t let her go to a shelter. Her fluffy fur, gray stripes and huge paws always make me smile. Her sister, Henna, I affectionately call, “ghetto cat,” is literally from the streets of Trenton, NJ. Only a few months old, she is a true long-hair, tortoise shell “bruiser.”
There is no such thing as a crazy dog person in this country, is there? I know tons of people who are completely insane about their dogs, but cats, for some reason, are symbolic of a certain lifestyle. You know; the eating ice cream and staying home watching movies on Lifetime lifestyle. Do cats represent the danger of growing so independent that people no longer know how to need anyone?
I honestly don’t think cats should be associated with curmudgeonly shut-ins. I think it takes a lot of confidence to own a cat and be content with publicly adoring it. Not overly adoring, though. I enjoy spending time with dignified, intelligent, and for the most part, well-behaved animals. Harlow and Henna have never humped anyone’s leg (at least not solicited), nor have I walked into the kitchen to find them digging in the trash.
My cats are compact and quiet most of the time. I can leave them for a weekend and they have a natural skill set that prevents them from urinating on the floor. Since having cats, I believe their mere presence deters rodents, too.
For as long as I can remember, dogs have been the “default,” and cats the unusual strain. My confirmation came yesterday when I strolled into the pet store and saw an explosion of toys celebrating dogs’ existence.
At least what cats lack in retail stores, they make up for in cheesy poetry. Hmmm. I think that statement is my epiphany. This is why the words “crazy” and “cat lady” are bound tighter than a spool of yarn. These poetry books could be sitting on the crazy ladies coffee table. Just for the record, I have art books on my coffee table.
So, don’t call me crazy and don’t call me a cat lady.