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09/10/2005: "Cat lady"
Song of the Day: Lange feat The Morrighan - Follow Me
Yesterday when I was at the grocery, I saw an old woman pushing a cart the was overflowing with cat products. There had to be 50 cans of food, four containers of litter, and other assorted cat junk.
I had a sudden vision of that being me in 60 years.
Charlotte Martin's song "I'm Normal, Please Date Me" appeared in my mind about .5 seconds later.
If I ever do go on a date again, would it be acceptable to fall to my knees and beg, "Please, please save me from being the cat lady!" Or would that be more appropriate on the second date?
I jest. I think.
Replies: 4 Comments
How many times have I assured you that you don't need to worry about a boyfriend - that your cats will give you plenty of company. I mean, you shouldn’t have to worry, cats are pretty smart. When you're ancient and fall down and break your hip, because you don’t have a significant other to race to your aid, your 50 cats can work together to call 911.Lindsay, Saturday, September 10th
"My cat's breath smells like cat food."DPearl, Saturday, September 10th
D, I hope that's a quote that you, for some reason, find hilarious, 'cause otherwise I'll have to mock you for your obviousness. And then I'll have to wonder what you're doing smelling your cat's breath.Brooke, Sunday, September 11th
Dammit, Simpson's quotes rule.Brad, Sunday, September 11th