A Cat Lady's Purse

Location of cat: Still asleep in my bed.

The contents of a woman’s purse is an archaeological excavation into the ritual of her daily life and a mystery to many men, (and at times even to me). While a man may manage to navigate his daily ritual with just his keys, wallet and phone- all which fits into his pocket, few women will ever feel comfortable leaving their house without their purse (and let’s be honest, guys, quite often your items will find its way into the girl’s purse because you realize how unpractical it is to carry it around). I’ve seen women cart around hair-brushes, huge cans of hairspray, make-up bags and bottles of perfume and an additional pair of shoes. Some of them have bags so large they can hardly manage carry it.

My purses are no different, yet quite a lot smaller. For me bags are not as much a fashion-statement as a practicality, my thumb rule is always: function over fashion.

Yet, as a member of the female gender (and in fear of antagonizing any stalwart feminists with my stereotype) I must simply confess the universal truth: love purses (and shoes!). But mostly purses and bags of all shapes and sizes. And it is an unfortunate truth that the more I love a bag, the more expensive it’s bound to be. My favorite is one is from the Cambridge Satchel Company (if my Cat Lady career fails me, I'd like to be a tweed-wearing English-style professor), but some are decorated with cat motives, such as the lovely white bag from Cicca(another brand I love due to its cat-iness).

Today I decided to empty out one of my many bags and to examine its content to see if there are any items which have ended up there as a part of my Cat Lady evolution. What I discovered was that my love for cats was apparent even at the core of my wallet.

The first stark give away was a bonus card for, yes, Cat Food. (I’m just another purchase short from a free bag of cat-food!) In addition to this there was a recite from the Vet and a worm-pill for the cat. My key-ring has a cat-motif (my affection for cats have not gone unnoticed even by my Japanese friends), and I found several pink Hello Kitty Band-Aids (in my family we are always prepared for almost any eventuality, at least those that can be solved with a band-aid).

My phone was no different: most of my apps are fairly un-cat related, except for a few games: Sushi Cat, Cat Towers and Simon the Cat musical game. Yet, of the 187 pictures on my phone, 120 or so are of my cat. A few are of my lovely niece reading… a cat book I got her (I also got her a stuffed cat as her birth-present figuring its best to start the grooming early!)

After examining the contents of my purse, I have this image of my self as an old lady, ambling along the road to the store with one of those tartan bags on wheels with my old cat in it. Oddly enough, I do not find the picture all that uncomfortable.


Here are some links to the aforementioned bags.
www.cicciadirect.co.uk
www.cambridgesatchel.co.uk