Friends often joke about me being a crazy cat lady. I joke about it too. I even started a Twitter account for Mittens. (She has 9 followers by the way.) But when it comes down to it, I don't really think I'm that crazy cat lady. I'm not the stereotypical single lady with a cat and lots of candles. I just happen to be single and happen to own a cat.
I've been fairly certain that I'm not really a crazy cat lady...until recently. Twice in the last month I've been searching through my purse looking for one of the many things I tote around with me everyday. Lip gloss, gum, keys, wallet, phone, pen, book, hairband, hair elastics, receipts. I could go on, but I won't.
In the middle of searching what do I find, but...
a piece of cat food.
How on earth does a piece of cat food end up in my purse if I am not a crazy cat lady? And not just once, but twice!
I don't keep my purse anywhere near where Mittens' food is kept or where she eats. I do remember being given a ziploc bag with a sample of food from the vet, but I didn't even own this purse then.
Does Mittens put a few pieces of kibble in her mouth, run to my purse and spit it out? C'mon, she's not smart enough to do that. Her nickname is DumbDumb. That would just be absurd.
So, I can't quite figure out how this food get into my purse. But either way, I may have to reconsider whether I am a crazy cat lady or not.
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Maybe you need more cats, with at least a few of them feral.
ReplyDeleteI would then end up with dead birds in purse. That would be way more disgusting than cat kibble.
ReplyDeleteBut just imagine the conversation possibilities when you pull the birds out in public
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