I don’t wanna be a crazy cat lady.

Everyone who has ever met me has said I’m going to be a crazy cat lady because I take care of two cats (and a leopard tortoise). Somehow being young ( only 24), single, living alone, and caring for two cats qualifies me for the dishonorable title of Miss Crazy Cat Lady. Fucking Hell, really?

Half the time I don’t even tell people I have cats unless I’m asked if I have kids. I’m single but hey it’s okay if I have 9 kids by 11 men and my boyfriend is in the county jail for stabbing my ex but God above forbid I have cats. Not the cats. Anything but the fur babies.

I love cats. Dogs are okay but I have no experience caring for them. I’m a renter and most places charge a lot more for dogs than cats. Cats make more sense for apartments. They’re easier to care for, don’t make a lot of noise, their food is cheaper, they don’t need to be walked. I’m a cat person. It make sense for me to have cats. If I had two dogs ( and a tortoise) no one would bat an eye. Yea, two dogs. What breed? That’s cool. The title of Miss Crazy Dog Lady does not exist.

Why doesn’t it exist? Who the Hell started the crazy cat lady trope? Who was the first crazy cat lady that doomed me to be mocked for my two cats? I actually looked it up and didn’t really find anything concrete beyond animal cruelty. According to this article, people thought cats were soulless creatures that didn’t feel pain so everyone abused them and if you liked cats you were weird and crazy. Thanks history. Thank you so very much.

Or rather screw you history! Fuck you in fact. I love my cats. They help alleviate my depression, they provide comfort and warmth. When my tummy hurts I can grab a cat and place it on my tummy. Instant warmth and pressure. They purr. They play. They make cute little noises. I love my cats. I can’t even defend myself without appearing more crazy.

I really hate when you try to defend yourself against something that really makes you mad or upset and the more you talk, the more that’s used to indicate how crazy you are. Like every word you speak in your defense is used in the offense against you. That is such a cheap tactic to get a person riled up. Like nothing can be said against you so instead your own words or position is used against you. How weak can someones position be that they can’t even come up with a legit argument in their own words? This is something people do to women who own cats all the damn time. Like where’s the hate against crazy cat men? Guys can be cat crazy too. Just give them a chance prove it. Actually men, don’t do it. Don’t be crazy cat men because the last thing we need is the feminists getting more ammo to use against men. Ugh, women need to stop ruining shit for me. Stop shitting on my shit and shit I like, dammit. I like cats and men. Leave the cats and men alone!

On the topic of cats I really enjoy the art of Laurel Burch.  I’m not sure if I would ever buy one of her pieces but I really like looking at them. Like cats. I really enjoy looking at cats and kittens but I love my kitties. I’ve had to take care of a litter of 6 kittens plus the mama and the my ex roommates adult cat. I know the horrors of lots of cats. I peeked into Hell and Hell mewed back. It’s small and fluffy, doesn’t let you move at night, isn’t litter box trained, and requires so much food. Looks great until it’s your life and all your clothes are covered in fur. Not that much fun.


This isn’t my cat by the way. This is my little sister’s cat. But this is my reaction to being called a crazy cat lady when I only have two cats ( and a tortoise).

Kthanxbye~ T