Yesterday I read a horrifying, yet wholly fascinating article on Yahoo about The Bunny Lady, some poor crazy middle aged woman residing in Oregon that collects a rather unhealthy number of rabbits. Ewwwww, yet another menopausal animal collector in the news.
Then I had one of those "there, but for the grace of God, go I" sort of moments.
No, I'm not an obsessive animal enthusiast by any means, but I've never met a cat I didn't allow to move in.
I wrote about the little devils the other day. We now have two and a half, because LuLu, the gender confused cat, is about to go to "D-Day", which is code for the final vet visit.
Anyway, I wrote about the "girls" and their propensity for murdering any thing that comes near our property, then dragging it home for me to dispose of. They do it deliberately just to screw with me.
I wonder when "The Bunny Lady" crossed the edge.
If you remember the other day I withheld evening treats from them because of that nasty snake they left on the porch.
So they brought me a little gift for my bathroom.
Then I had one of those "there, but for the grace of God, go I" sort of moments.
No, I'm not an obsessive animal enthusiast by any means, but I've never met a cat I didn't allow to move in.
I wrote about the little devils the other day. We now have two and a half, because LuLu, the gender confused cat, is about to go to "D-Day", which is code for the final vet visit.
Anyway, I wrote about the "girls" and their propensity for murdering any thing that comes near our property, then dragging it home for me to dispose of. They do it deliberately just to screw with me.
I wonder when "The Bunny Lady" crossed the edge.
If you remember the other day I withheld evening treats from them because of that nasty snake they left on the porch.
So they brought me a little gift for my bathroom.
Payback is hell. That lizard is still somewhere in there. Their tails snap off if you grab them, so I'm just hoping he will move out on his own.
Please Mr. Lizard, don't pop out on me if I should be on the toilet. At my age I could get seriously hurt if I am startled.
I did however remember to go buy kitty treats (bribes), later that day. They seem partial to Fristkies "Party Mix", which shows a very wasted looking cat on the package. That cat must be high on some serious cat nip to be that excited about "Beach Combo" or "Feline Favorites".
Look:
There must be a secret ingredient in there that cats love. Mine run from miles away when I shake the bag. It was "buy one, get one free" this week at Publix.
The girls are the last cats we will have for a while. When LuLu goes to that big litter box in the sky, there will not be an opening for a new cat to move in--this is how it's been going for years. One leaves, another appears out of thin air. It's like there's a waiting list somewhere.
I'm just saying no this time. I don't want to end up being the crazy cat lady.
Love and kisses,
Cult Diva
Posts
0 comments:
Post a Comment