9 of the last 12 posts to my Facebook had to do with cats.
Talk about scary statistics.
This post won't teach you anything about life. I won't radically change your organization style and it certainly won't help you at work. It will however, (I hope), make you laugh on what has been a dreary Thursday after an even longer and drearier week.
So here's my story.
Last week, I was home for Easter and talking with my mom about my furry children, Willow and Peek (not quite the grandkids she wants right now, but they'll have to do). For those just tuning in, I have had Willow since I was 13, and when I started graduate school, she moved from my parents' house to come live with me in my apartment. A few months later, I used her potential loneliness (in hindsight she was probably fine) as an excuse to adopt Peek, who was at the time a 4 month old kitten found living on the streets.
After a few hours of texting and speculation, she was rummaging through some old pictures. All of a sudden, my phone and my Facebook wall blew up. Looking a the pictures of Willow and her litter mates she realized a couple of things:
1. Willow's mom isn't who we thought she was...IDENTITY CRISIS!
2. She has a long lost brother who lives with Rani...seriously, it was like a soap opera.
3. Her birthday was THE NEXT DAY!
I received photos of Willow's family lineage, pictures of her as a kitten, and a big warm happy birthday the next morning. All the while, EJ was laughing hysterically at me for trying to celebrate a cat's birthday. I told him just to wait until June when Peek turns one. I think we might have a party.
I might officially be a crazy cat lady, but I like to think it just means I'm a good cat mom, no?
Please tell me I'm not alone here. Or send help. One or the other.