AND/OR: I’d be like the lady I encountered on an LA freeway last week, putzing along with multiple bumper stickers proclaiming her love for all things feline:
Thankfully for all involved, I did meet The One, and he has a strict “2-cat maximum” policy.
But I still love my cat. A LOT. I mean, if my cat were a baby, I’d be like the person who has to upgrade their online photo account because the entire free allotment is already filled with pictures of the baby's face. If my cat were a tiny dog, I would be the person who has to dress it in pink sweaters with little matching booties. You know, the borderline obsessive, totally-believe-everyone-else-cares-when-they-don't kind of love.
This is why even though I may take a lot of photos of my cat, I do not post many on the blog.
But sometimes I can’t help myself. Like when she is sleeping on top of the couch, upside-down with her paws in the air and her chubby white belly on display:
I had to share. I just couldn’t help it. Call me crazy.
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Okay, even I have to admit that this is really cute.
Oh God. That top paragraph? That? That is my fear in life. My fear that it will BE ME.
I am totally a closet crazy cat lady. If I had less self awareness, I'd have posters of cats up on my walls and a cat calendar and I'd wear cat-themed clothing. But luckily, I have been able to resist.
Your kitty is adorable, by the way!
I am totally 100% a cat person. Your cat makes me want to give him (her?) a big hug ... that photo is screensaver material.
That is one beautiful cat.
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