Today I was enjoying my supper when The Cat, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, leapt unto the table and joined me, supping from my plate. It struck me then, that I didn't really mind, and my second revelation was «It's really true, I'm a Crazy Cat Person».
Since then I spent a few minutes musing over all the little every-day-things I do, and how all these things clearly foreshadow my becoming a Cat Lady. I compiled a list, which I am now sharing with my fellow readers so perhaps, if any of you are cat-owners, we may compare notes and I may get some indication of where I am in the metamorphosis. (Or Cat-Lady Graph)
1)After getting yourself buckled into your car and ready to go, you'll still kill the engine, go out (even in rain and snow!) to let the cat into the house, as it has decided it wants to go inside just as you were leaving.
2)You will be quite content to hold the door open for several minutes, even with rain hitting your face, as the cat ponders where-or-not it shall step outside today. You know it won't, due to the rain, but you still do your duty as door-opener.
3)You talk to your cat, several times a day (in that same little sing-song-soft voice you use with babies and small children). You ask it questions, about how its day was, where it has been and what it has done, you accept its answers. If you are really a biddy (like me) you might even sing to it.
4)Everything you own is covered with cat-hair because you don't mind if the cat sleeps in your freshly laundered basket or even crawls inside your wardrobe to sleep on your clothes.
5)When your cat does something cute (let's be honest, everything your cat does is cute) you document it with your camera-phone and only sheer iron will keeps you from posting every picture on Facebook. (Instead you start a blog)
6)The cat goes to bed when you go to bed, it wakes up when you do (unless it's snowing outside). You don't mind if it sleeps on your face.
The list, (of shame?) of course, goes on and though I'm not dressing up in a huge cat-patterned fleece-jacket, I do have a dress with a cat print. Perhaps there is no cure, I may well be destined to be that crazy-cat-person-member-of the family, and my siblings will draw lots to see who has to have me over for the holidays, I'll only eat out of cat-food bowls and scare the children.
Must I do away with my habits? Is it really possible to be a Cat Lady and be considered a normal, contributing member of the society?
