Google the phrase and you will find scores of women frantically defending their right to have cats without being branded as “crazy.” Here’s a checklist I’m supposed to consider as I sit on my bed surrounded by three purring cats: off of the streets and into a loving home.I like talking about my cats because each one has an adorably specific personality that amuses me every day.During the Inquisition, the Catholic Church published a guidebook for identifying and burning witches (women) and the cats they kept.
Maisy is typically curled into the bend in my knees, Piper at my hips and Deacon at my feet. Society has a bad habit of scrutinizing women for how we live and whom we love. A dog is stereotypically more easygoing and outgoing, a masculine companion.
Replace “cat” with “dog” in any of the above instances, and I’d be considered hot — a catch even! If I were in a relationship, I’d be one half of a cute animal-loving couple. Women and cats have been pigeonholed together for centuries.
I don’t judge you for hovering over your BMW or lining up your hundreds of troll dolls.
Tune in again for more words of wisdom from me, the bitter old cat lady Cats, kids, divorce, dating, friends, wine, whining, bitching, moaning, cursing and finding Mr. Love life, love to laugh and sarcasm is a bigass part of who I am.
Under America’s diagnosis, I am a “crazy cat lady.” This is a judgment, an accusation, a scarlet “C” scratched into my forearm by one of my three cats.
The term “crazy cat lady” was cemented in American popular culture with “The Simpsons” character Eleanor Abernathy, a cat-hoarding spinster.
What does it matter if I talk about my cats and take pictures of them?
I show pictures because they’re cute enough to be cat models. ) I talk tomy cats because they talk (or meow) back.
I’m not their companion or roommate; I’m their mother. They follow me around the apartment, drink from my water glass even if it’s next to their own, attempt to eat my food, lick my hand in gratitude while being pet, wait for me at the front door when they hear me walking up the stairs and sleep with me at night. Women are held to a different standard than men, and cats to a different standard than dogs.
Thought for the day…Dating after divorce is like menopausal acne…Just when you think you can’t handle seeing another date/pimple, a new one shows up!
Both will require the same treatment to go away…Grab a glass of wine…heck, make it a bottle, you’ll feel so much better…that’s it….