"Oh shit! I have a date and the guy wants to come over here! Quick hide the cats! I'll put them in the dryer for safe keeping...you put the cat litter box in the closet! Hide all evidence!!!!"
"Uhm, Jennie, do you have cats or something?"
"Pft me? No! Why do you ask?"
"Well...you have cat dishes with cat food in them"
"Oh haha that! Funny story! My roommate likes to pretend she's a cat on Saturdays so ya know..."
Why is it that a girl can have 2 dogs and guys are like "aww cute dogs; I had a dog named Tits growing up" but if you have cats it's awkward silence and you can totally tell what he's thinking: "oh shit. she has cats! abort mission! abort mission!"
I have two cats and granted, I've never been called a crazy cat lady (although I was once told I would make a good Cat Woman (Halle Barry not crazy lady down the street with 30 cats), but it doesn't really change the fact that if you're single, a woman, and have cats, you ARE a crazy cat lady. Is that unfair or what? I mean surriously, I've had my cats since I was 8 years old and there's only two of them! It's not like I have a whole herd that I dress in drag and then have tea parties with them in my abundance of spare time! I treat them like cats! Spoiled cats but still....
One of my friends commented that I tend to have a lot of stories about my cats in my blog; trust me if you had my cats you'd blog about them non-stop! Crazy Cat Lady? Nah, try Crazy CatS' Lady!! Really! This morning I was cleaning and my cat Choop sat in the middle of the circular toy (the one with a ball in it)...just sat there! Or what about the time Sweetie wasn't getting enough attention (I was studying) so he decided to climb onto my neck and sit there! I swear they weren't this clingy when they were younger...sigh.
But that's all for now folks!