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After about six months away, my sister returned home, found some wonderful roommates who don’t mind cohabitating with cats, and finally made plans to move Henry and Albie into their new abode. In the days leading up to her return, I became more and more excited about restarting my cat-free existence. Oh, and about seeingContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: The End.”
Between panicked overreactions and sleep-deprived nights, Henry and Albie managed to surprise me by being downright cute at times. Those cute streaks generally led to me taking pictures of the boys and convincing myself that the pictures were specifically for sending to my sister (who would undoubtedly appreciate some photos of the furballs). If I’mContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady…Usually.”
Along with countless lessons about cats, I also learned a decent amount about myself during my six months with Henry and Albie. Some of this new self-knowledge was positive (for example, I now know that I have progressed from “light sleeper” to “can sleep through some amount of cat-inflicted face-petting without waking up with aContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: Worrywart.”
Cohabitating with Henry and Albie in a studio apartment had its share of challenges. As I’ve chronicled (read: complained about) over the last several weeks, there were very few opportunities to relax without being accosted by a curious cat. Given the close quarters, though, I figured that the one upside to the living arrangement wasContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: How Did You Get There?!”
My time as a cat guardian taught me several good lessons. Sure, the most obvious one was that I’m even more high-strung than I ever realized I was; still, there were a few others that were almost as valuable… Double stick tape is a win: It took a while, but Albie eventually discovered that heContinue Reading “I Am Not A Cat Lady: Lessons Learned.”
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.”
