The Making of the Crazy Cat Lady

Last evening, as I got ready for bed, I looked in the mirror and laughed at what I saw.  My bangs, which I pulled back with a black headband, were sticking straight up.  My ensemble consisted of a tan long-sleeved tee shirt covered by a bright blue horizontal striped short-sleeved V-neck shirt, paired with my red and white vertical stripped pajama bottoms and black socks.  Classic!

I realized at that moment that I am past the point of being cohabitationally desirable.  I’ve lived alone with myself too long.  Could I really start coming home, after a ten hour day at work, only to slip into a pair of skinny jeans and Anthropologie blouse every night, open a bottle of wine and whip up dinner?  Could I relearn to pee with the bathroom door shut?  Would it be possible to sleep in a bed that didn’t have the pillows and duvet artfully arranged for my maximum sleeping pleasure? Could I give up my occasional weekend without a shower?

Yes, I am too far gone.  I am but one cat shy of becoming the crazy, bitter, cat lady.

 Now, you kids get off my lawn…shoo!


2 thoughts on “The Making of the Crazy Cat Lady

  1. Leaving the bathroom door open totally got me. Is that just something all of us do when we’ve been single for…ahem…a while? I guess we can list that in the “pros” column, though, right? Along with the comfortable sweats and layers of cat hair fancying up the place haha


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