Well, there you have it. I’m admitting to being a cat lady in my twenties. Why wait my whole lifetime to be a cat lady? Why not just own up to it now?
Besides, it’s better to love cats when you’re young and you can actually lift and pet them frequently. You can rescue them from spooky neighbor cats or sun on the deck with them in the summer. Could an old lady version of myself do these activities? Probs not.
I may have introduced my cat before, but I’ll do it again just to be safe. The lovely calico you see pictured above is my cat Mixie! She’s fifteen-years-old and weighs 10 pounds (that’s two pounds more than a gallon of milk!). She was heavy for me to lift at the tender age of nine (see the left photo). There’s no way I could pick her up as an old lady! Well, I maybe would be able to but I think it’d be a struggle fest.
By the way, I don’t think becoming a “cat person” or a “dog person” is something you can decide. I think you’re born one way or you grow up one way. I’ve got a lot more to say about cat and dog people. Check out an earlier post of mine if you haven’t already.
I’ll leave you with a few words…Cats rule! (unless you’re allergic)