I am a cat lady. I imagine myself as an old woman in my recliner watching late night talk shows with my cat snuggled in my lap. I'll probably be wearing a sweater with a cat on it chasing a ball of yarn (thank you Miss Frey). And I will probably have framed pictures of my cats all over the house. I've loved cats for as long as I can remember, starting with Blackjack and leading to Snuggles, Boo, Sassy, Spookers, Perry, Pickles, Lemur and now, Cricket.
I will defend that my cats are not your normal cats. They ride on bumpers of cars for 3 miles and survive. They kamikaze off of 2nd floor porches and survive. They nap while birds make a nest in their fur. They live to be 23 (human years). They are extremely talkative. They fetch. They play hide-and-go-seek. They love dogs. Typical?? I think not.
Yeah, not too much that is normal about this fine specimen.
Cricket...that is just awful. I believe in your vision, I see it the same way for you, my sweet baby cat lover daughter.
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