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A fact about me: I don’t do my clearest thinking during the wee hours of the morning. Another fact about me: the cats’ general presence absolutely had a negative impact on my critical thinking skills. Put the two together—groggy, early-morning thoughts and cats being cats—and you get this gem: One morning, I unintentionally woke upContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: Albie’s Dead.”
Despite being subjected to a pair of fur-covered roommates who generally took advantage of my high-strung nature, my life with Henry and Albie wasn’t all bad. In fact, they actually contributed to some legitimate chuckles over the course their stay. For example, this exchange took place during a phone call with my father, who’s clearlyContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: Paws-itively Hilarious.”
Aren’t cats supposed to be afraid of water? Maybe “afraid” is a bit much, but at the very least, I thought that all members of the breed were water-averse. Either that’s true and my sister’s are broken, or that’s a lie and cats have been fooling the better part of society for quite a while.Continue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: Bathroom Buddies.”
My first Friday night with the cats began in a fashion that was quickly becoming familiar: just as I was on the verge of zonking out, I sensed something approaching, my heart started thumping…and sure enough, a furry paw poked my face, causing me to let out an alarmed gasp. I don’t remember if itContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: The Bad Night, Part 2.”
It didn’t take me too long to get used to having cats around during the day: sure, they were pretty rude house guests who almost immediately started trying to eat my dinner on a regular basis, but at least I saw them coming and could react accordingly. The nights, however, were a different story. IContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: The Bad Night, Part 1.”
A few weeks after I agreed to become a long-term cat-sitter, my sister moved Henry, Albie, and all of their accoutrements into my apartment. I quickly went from enjoying my solo existence to sharing a space with two new four-legged roommates, a litter box, and a five-foot-tall cat tree. The actual arrival of the catsContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: The Arrival.”
For several years, my sister’s dream had been to quit her job and embark on a 6- to 12-month period of work and travel time on the other side of the world. After months of research and years of saving money, she decided that a volunteer program in Cambodia was the perfect place to startContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: Prologue.”
