September 2011

I Aspire to Cat Lady-Dom

Frankly, I'm at least halfway there already. In my mind, cat ladies are elderly spinsters who just don't give a hoot what anyone else says. They have given up on every aspect of life except having cats. I can get down with that!
I only have two cats, although I kind of have two more, if you count the neighbor's cats that I feed on my porch. She needed me to semi-adopt them for a month this summer while she had some work done on the deck that they use to get in and out of the house (and to escape her dogs).

I Could So Be a Crazy Cat Lady

We all like to mock the crazy cat lady, don’t we? Growing up, I had a neighbor who was a total crazy cat lady. Picture it: a sprawling trailer park with scattered meth labs, hoosiers, and general rednecks in which you never knew if your bike would end up stolen if you left it out of the shed at night. Yeah, it’s very warm and fuzzy.

Down the central road of our trailer park, there was a woman with four kids whose names all started with the same initial, and they were bad enough—well, actually, two of them weren’t so bad, but the other two more than made up for that in their general bitchiness and bully-ness. I had to hand it to them, though; all of us kids in the park were bullied often on the bus, and those two gave as much as they got.