The crazy cat lady I swore not to become, is that what I am now? A lonely woman in her best years, trying her very best to seem normal but hiding the truth about her sky high, concrete protective walls that she’s built for herself for years. She has the feeling she is open about things, but still she is as lonely as always. Holding on to her few good friends and family but keep one door open in all other relationships. But who wouldn’t? They always say it’s stupid to put all the eggs in the same basket. But all eggs aren’t the same are they? Som are golden and som are rotten and yet some are just standard 55 gram eggs.

Being tidy is always god if you want to get away with normality and get a good eye from the ones who matter, bosses and such. I’ve met cat women who have tremendously smelly homes and unruly cats all over the place. At least my cats are quite well mannered and they now they can’t go on tables and counters. At least one of them never scratch the furniture and the other only do it a little, which bothers me a lot though. But she doesn’t listen to me and is terribly cute so she gets away with a lot. She has the most adorable way of making small beeping, meowing sounds and the little time she spends inside she is cuddling her but off, purring loudly. With me that is, I’ve never seen her cuddle with anyone else. I can’t deny that it gives me quite the satisfaction that my cat’s are so loyal to me, even if it makes it harder to get cat sitters. But I mean they’re cat’s, not dogs, it’s what you would expect I guess. Not a wagging tail and a slimey tongue in your face, but rather a suspicious or indifferent look from a distance or the total lack of presence.
Once my mother sat the cats for a weekend when I was away and she didn’t se the small one at all except once in the middle of the night when she got up to go to the toilet. They tried to find her in the two room apartment but couldn’t. When I got there she didn’t come out but she did the tiniest beeps which led me to the kitchen and eventually I understood that she had pushed through a small opening and hid under the cupboards. It was not easy to get her out but eventually I chased her out with a broom after taking apart the base of the kitchen sink. But that still didn’t beat the time when she run off and was gone for 15 months. But that’s a different story.