The Cat Lady

Today my friend Nicole called me asking for a favor. Her aunt's neighbor abandoned her cat and someone needs to take it in. Nicole can't take it because her cat hates other cats, and her aunt can't keep it. She was wondering if I could take it.

Now, I already have four cats. And that's a hell of a lot of cats. At least I have a reason, though - Mike and I each had two cats when we got engaged, and it's not like you can get rid of any of them, so now we have four. But man, I can't bring in a fifth. That pushes me right into crazy cat lady territory. Unfortunately none of the shelters in Illinois where Nicole lives will take the cat so she called me.

I agreed to take it in, but only until I could find a shelter to take it. It took willpower with Nicole on the phone telling me how adorable it was and Mike giving me his puppy-eyed-can-we-keep-it look. I phoned the Wisconin Humane Society and found out that they had enough room for the little guy. WHS is a no-kill organization, but if the cat is as adorable as Nicole claims he won't have a problem getting a home.

I'm starting to wonder if I'm getting a reputation as the cat lady. Not the crazy cat lady...that's the woman who crams 30 cats into her house until the department of health shuts her down. The cat lady is different...the woman who will always foster a stray, who sets out bowls for the local cats, who has a soft spot for anything that mews.

Yeah. I have a hunch I'm getting there.