The Bathrobe of Shame.

Location of The Cat: In the window.

They say hindsight is 20-20, but I cannot see the exact logic behind my reasoning that it would be okay to fetch the mail, dressed in my bathrobe.

I might have dwelled on the fact that it was reasonably late-ish, and that the chances of meeting any of the neighbors was low. It was also slightly dark outside. Another component might have been that the mailbox is only 150m away and it wouldn’t take me long to shuffle down there and back. I also thought that the Cat was inside and thus wouldn’t complete my outfit by following me.

The Cat wasn’t inside.

Somehow it had slipped out.

Somehow I had failed to notice.

And somehow, for some reason, the neighbors had decided to stand outside in the driveway and chat.

So there, with my hair as fine as Bridget Jones’ in the first scene in the first movie, with my gray-fleece cat-pawn patternbathrobe, in an old pair of shoes and with the cat following me, I thus completed my image as the Crazy Cat Lady. (I'll have you know I've had that bathrobe for years, and it's very warm and comfortable!)

Their small chatter stopped. There was something like a nervous cough, even a snigger? Somebody shuffled their feet. I hurried past, my eyes glued to the ground. The Cat darted around my legs, tail tall. I grabbed the mail as quickly as I could and shuffled back up towards my house, as quickly as I could.









Now, my only choice may well be to fully embrace this image and explore its every expectations and obligations.

I simply must:

P.S In addition www.intel.com/museumofme has confirmed it by its statistical analysis of my facebook page which states CAT is the word I’ve used the most

Who is the Cat Lady without her (beloved) cat?

Location of cat: at home, where I am not :(

In my pursuit of academic achievement I’ve landed myself in a long-distance course run by Høgskolen i Volda (akin to a college). I’ve travelled many a miles and I am now situated in my grandmother’s old home, currently functioning as a student’s refugee/family summer home.
However, what this place lacks are cats. Specifically: my wittle poopsikins.

Last night I found myself ambling sleepily towards the door, certain that I heard my dearest smookins mewling sadly outside it. It is now come to this: I am imaging my cat when it’s hundreds of miles of way. I’ve become co-dependent.

This realization lead to my wondering what sort of cat-lady manifestation were visible. Could my clothes betray my shame (??!) to the outside world? Was my bag a cat-lady’s bag? (It defiantly was my grandmother’s and it has already harvested acclaim from a shopkeeper (unless she was trying to make small-talk)).
I’ve already mused about the content of my purse and phone, it was due time to wonder about the rest of my get-up. (Or as the social study students would call it: symbols/identity markers).

I now present to you, uncensored, my belongings today so that you may all pass your verdict (if nothing else, on my fashion sense, or lack thereof)

This is my pencil-case, it has white and red shiny gems and incredible cute kittens on it. If nothing else, this display shows my ineptitude with photography and graphic displays!

I found this bag outside my grandmother's bathroom.It's grey and pretty nifty. And could fit a cat, quite comfortably. The scarf is from Oasis, and seems in lieu with the recent trend I like to call Cambridge-style.

This is the view from the ferry!

This is a pin from Etsy (what girl doesn't love that website! It's fantastic and has so much neat stuff). The jacket is from TopShop. I adore this cat-pin and tbh, I'd like to have more! Though that might make me a crazy pin lady instead.

I also found this hat at in this old house. I like it because the flowers reminds me of Ms. Schrodingthingy's hat from Boardwalk Empire. A horrible trip to the hairdresser has forced me to wear hats

This book was published in 1967 and is a product of its time. It's all about this dashing young woman first arguing with her hot lawyer boss, and Standing Her Ground and I suspect she'll end up marrying him! That's atleast what the back of the book promises