I'm Really Not A Cat Lady

I'm really not a "Cat Lady"

but my Instagram says otherwise...

 

I promise. I'm not a cat lady. You see, cat's and I go way back, and it's not all good.

When I was little my sister and I did a bad thing. We thought it'd be a fun idea to shove stick my oldest sister's cat, Lucky, inside of our pink Barbie car convertible. Bad choice.

The cat freaked out. We freaked out. I started trying to help the cat. The cat's claws came out and in the end it looked like Edward Scissorhands gave me a hug. The cat went free, unharmed (and unarmed... she'd left her claws in me). Bad choice.

Then there's this other story, that would bring the mood down, so I'm not going to tell it now. I'll save it for Counsel Me Sunday or something.

Either way, my childhood was filled with unfortunate experiences with cats. But I've come a long way since.

First Jinx came along. She was supposed to be an outside cat who killed Texas critters, but at the time our white lab didn't really fancy cats. Well, he did, but he liked them for a meal. That wouldn't work. So we kept her inside and watched her grow up, taunt our three inside dogs, get cray on catnip and plot to ambush us every time we walked into a room. It really warmed our hearts.

Since then we've adopted a few other cats. They're actually outside cats. Our newest addition (the one you probably all went "awww " to in Picture 2) Spinelli (yes, Ashley Spinelli of Recess for all you One Saturday Morning people) turned into an inside cat. She's crazy, but really seems to enjoy taking pictures. 

Now it would appear I'm obsessed with cats. {This simply is not true.} They're just so photogenic. {Also not true.} I love their "I don't give a cat" attitude, the way they play and they're less awkward to hug than dogs. You can hold them like babies. They're very dramatic. 

All in all I just think cats are hilarious. Especially grumpy cats.  I can't stop "pinning" them. 

Happy Thursday, friends.

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