So I’ve always kind of made fun of people who are crazy for their cats. You know, the kind of people who pose them with props, or use the word “purrrrfect” to describe them. To illustrate my point, I found this gem of a definition via Urban Dictionary (note that this was the third definition given. The other two were either too specific or too mean)

cat lady

Definition: a woman that finds too much happiness in her cats. This often results in the following actions:

• Dressing up her cats
• Taking videos and pictures of them
• Telling other people stuff about her cats that they do not care about
• Thinking that her cats are really intuitive
• Wearing clothes with cats on them
• Owning things with cats on them
• Not being lonely because she has her cats!

The thing is, I realized this weekend that I am probably a cat lady, but with dogs.

This weekend, we got to dog-sit for Kyle’s mom, and I had a lot of fun with little Hamilton, here:

Notice the posing and excessive picture taking? The little dog outfit? I would totally  wear/own clothes with dogs on them. And here are a few direct quotes from the weekend as well:

Me, to Kyle: “I like having a third life form in the house to talk to instead of you.”

 

Me, after a little sweeping: “I think Hammy is a stress-eater. He shoves his face in his food every time I sweep.”

I guess my point is, maybe everyone has a little crazy cat lady hiding inside them. You just have to find their version of “cat” to bring it out.