Apr
11
The Cat Lady
by Leslie
Here’s a story
Of a girl named Leslie
Who was living with three very lovely cats
All of them had been spayed
They had their shots
And they were spoiled like brats
Here’s a story
Of a real estate agent
Who sold Leslie his land and former home
He’d had three cats living there with him
But he moved out alone
Then the one day Leslie moved into the house
But she didn’t know the seller was negligent
He had left behind his many cats
And one was pregnant
The Cat Lady.
The Cat Lady.
That’s the way she became The Cat Lady.
Now, I have eleven cats (you can see all but two of them pictured above). The eight cats we “inherited” from the previous owner (the original three plus the five kittens the pregnant cat gave birth to on our move in day) all needed to be spayed or neutered and given their shots. We started Operation Sterilization last week and hope to have it finished in May. So far, three cats have been spayed and are recovering in our house. When we take them to get their stitches out, we’re dropping off three more to get the snip. It’s insanity.
I always used to tell Dave that if I weren’t married to him, I’d probably be one of those crazy cat ladies with tons of cats that she calls her babies. Today, Dave looked at me sitting there with three cats in my lap and said, “Leslie, married or not, I think you are a crazy cat lady.”
You know, I think I am.
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Funny and clever. I was actually waiting to have four more kids before I work the Brady Bunch theme into my blog. You beat me to the punch.
I wouldn’t have felt an ounce of guilt for shipping the whole lot to the pound.
Despite being abominations, cats do serve their purposes. There are a lot of homeless people that will be needing blankets for Northern Ohio’s new state of perpetual winter. They can take one for the team.
Ha, that was great…except now I am going to be humming the Brady Bunch song in my head…STOP THE INSANITY!! By the way, I finally did that post on syllables…
Great song!
Oh my god, that’s hilarious! Eleven!
Growing-up, we had a couple of cats and I loved them. I’ve since become a “dog person” but I understand the quirky allure of cats. They’re always doing wacky things. Do you read Mimi Smartypants? She’s a cat owner, and she made a hilarious comment the other day about people who search internet forums looking to explain their cat’s bizarre behavior: “Hello, you have missed the point of cats.” That killed me, because it’s so true. The inexplicable, bizarre things they do are what makes them so endearing!
In my old age, I am totally going to be a Crazy Dog Lady. I’ll walk them from atop my motorized wheelchair if I have to!
Eleven? ELEVEN? Good God woman.
Cat woman indeed. I love the pictures!
Wow! That’s a heck of a lot of cats! How do you manage???
Maybe you should make a calendar! You only need one more cat
I love cats but don’t have any living with me right now. My mom keeps my baby now since the boys would torture him and he’s old. When I was a teenager, we had 15 cats in our home.
Awesome pictures!
I loove cats, I like dogs better and would pick a dog over a cat but I desperately miss having a cat.
I’ll just have to live vicariously through you!
Good fo you to take care of those abandoned kitties. I cannot stand it when pets are disposable to people and they just leave them behind. I hate my cat. She is awful and evil, but there is no way I could just get rid of her like yesterday’s garbage.
You know, the cat in the middle looks a bit…. different from the rest.
[…] You see, I have a bit of an allergy to cats. Yep. Me. The Cat Lady. I am a teeny tiny bit allergic to cats. Usually, I’m okay as long as we keep the cat hair under control and I don’t let them rub against my face. But - we’re talking about me here. If I don’t let them touch my face, how could I ever kiss them on their little heads and call them my schoopy boopies? And if I didn’t do that, how would they ever feel loved? And when you’re combing them for fleas and they’re all upset because they’d just been wrangled up and incarcerated in the garage, they need a little extra love. So, I touched them. A lot. With my face. A short time later, I paid for it with a face swollen four times it’s normal size. And those sinuses? They’d had enough and they fought back. With snot. Lots and lots and lots and lots of snot. Dave was afraid to let me go to bed. He thought I might drown in the gallons of snot that were leaking from my giant head. But, I went to bed anyway. […]
Ha ha. Very clever and the cats are gorgeous, and I am so glad you decided to adopt them! We have two cats and two dogs and I’d love more, but we’d need a bigger place to live I think. I also have an allergy to cats, but I’m generally okay if I don’t get their fur in my face. But guess what? They like to sleep with me. So I’m perpetually sniffing and sneezing and scratching out my own eyes. And I spend a fortune on antihistamines. But they are worth it!