QUESTION: CATS IN CLOTHES

Every now and then I see pictures of cats in clothes:

Cat wedding dress

(I found these on an awesome blog - Crazy Aunt Purl)

While I think that it might be cute to put a little dog in a dog shirt, I just don't think it's ok for cats. I was just telling my friend this.

His response, "Shouldn't that be self-evident?"

Me: "Apparently it isn't."

Him: "It is when you get clawed."

Maybe because I know if I attempted it, my cat might chew my arm off. Maybe it's because they wouldn't sit still long enough for me to attempt to stick them in a crazy sweater I knitted for them. Maybe it's because I don't think they look cute in them.

Do NOT dress your cats up.

I will admit, I made a dog sweater for a friend's Pomeranian and I tried it on Al when it was finished. He was too big for it.

SUNDAY SNUGGLES: THE ELUSIVE SINK CAT

Sorry for the lack of post, folks. This week has been life-changing. Literally. In a good way!!

Way back when I discussed the phenomenon of the sink cat I promised when I caught the elusive sink cat in action I would post the pics. The time has arrived!!



He's been doing it a lot lately and I love it. It's so darn cute!!! And I can always tell when he's been in the sink: white sink and black cat fur all over it!!!!

RULE # 8: A CRAZY CAT PERSON MUST ASPIRE TO BE THE BEST

The advent of the internet has put a lot more pressure on Crazy Cat People. Better Crazy Cat People are discovered daily. No longer can you claim to be the best. There is proof out there that someone is better than you are!

I'd have to say that these two examples make me feel like I am only a Grade W Crazy Cat Person. These people are the cream of the crop, Grade A Crazy Cat People. I can only aspire to be like them:

I was a little disappointed in this video. It doesn't exactly give examples of how to massage a cat. But the cat is fabulous!!! It looks like it is in heaven. Or drugged. Either way, that looks like one happy/ drugged cat! (Except when she touches his tail. I'm not sure massage is for every cat. My parents cat used to attempt to gouge your eyes out if you tried to touch her tail or her belly.) Regardless, this is the perfect example of what a Crazy Cat Person should aspire to be!

This second example is my favorite and what I want to be when I achieve Crazy Cat Person Greatness:

Puss In Boots

(This was found of peopleofwalmart.com. It is a fabulous and extremely snarky site. (I love it!)) I WANT to be that person.

1) I have a black cat.
2) I like cheetos.
3) I have black boots.
4) I'm sure I could pick up pj's that look like those.

My only problem. There are no WALMARTs in NYC!!!

One can dream.

SUNDAY SNUGGLES: ELLA

ELLA
Ella really really wants a belly rub!!!

My brother is also a crazy cat person. This is his cat, Ella. What a pretty face! I don't know how he managed to resist the belly long enough to take the pic. I would have had my face in the middle of that warm belly in 2 seconds!

Send me a pic of your fuzzy(ies) and I might just post it in a snuggle post!

QUESTION:ARE CATS WORTH LOSING VALUBLE SLEEP?

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh, I'm sorry. I may not be too coherent in today's post. Why?

12:13am - Al: Meow, Meow, paw, paw, paw, paw

2:20am - Al: Meow, Meow, paw, paw, paw, paw

2:40am - Al: (Tromping on little cat feet from the left side of the bed, across my stomach, and sitting down next to me for about a minute before walking back across me and sniffing around on the left side of the bed) Meow, Meow, Meow

3:00am - Gus: Meowl!! Meowl!!!

3:45am - Al: paw, paw, paw, paw, tromp, tromp

4:00am - Al & Gus: Meowl, paw, Meow

4:10am - Al & Gus: Meowl, paw, Meow

5:00am - Al: Meow, Meow, paw, paw, paw, paw

5:10am - Al: Meow, Meow, paw, paw, paw, paw

5:20am - Al: (from the other side of the closed bedroom door) Meow, Meow, Meow

5:30am - Al: (from the other side of the closed bedroom door) Meow, Meow, Meow

6:00am - Gus: (from the other side of the closed bedroom door) Meowl! Meowl! Meowl!

8:00am - My phone rang.

I'm exhausted.

I know, see RULE #9. So when they exhibit this behavior what am I supposed to do? Yell at them? Reason with them? Skritch their fuzzy warm bellies? It's not like they were hungry. There was some food in the dish. It's not like they were looking for attention cause they didn't stick around for skritches. ARGH!!!!!!!!

But they are so darn cute and I love them, so I have to suck it up and deal. And be sleepy and cranky today. But I really need to figure out how to stop this behavior. It's not like I can take them out for a run and tire them out so they sleep all night. Stay tuned for updates to the "situation."

In other cat related news, I successfully captured the wily little suckers for our expedition to the v-e-t! I totally lulled them into a false sense of security! They weren't expecting it at all!! My plan worked!! And I emerged from it unscathed! Physically, that it. Emotionally, Gus let out the most heart-wrenching MEOWLS. It sounded like I was torturing a cat. My doorman and porter looked at me like I was this person that needed to be locked away for harming poor little innocent animals. I have a huge feeling that everyone in the entire apartment building heard the meows. Seriously!!

WANT: CATS GROW ON TREES!!!

I love my vet. If you are in NYC and are looking for a great vet go see Dr. Peter Soboroff: He opened a cat only practice and he is amazing with my boyz. It's called the NY Cat Hospital.

They also board cats there. (The cages look out at windows. Cats can watch lots of Upper-West-Siders and their kids and doggies go by. If your cat is friendly and plays well with others, they can have free reign to wander around and get attention from everyone who is in the office. There are 2 resident cats, Optimus Prime and Megatron. They are sweet and friendly and get lots of skritchies from me when they visit. (And there was this fabulous siamese with blue crossed eyes! Have I mentioned I love Siamesez?)

The best part of the visit: A CAT TREE!!! Did you know that cats grow on trees??? The office had the coolest cat tree I've ever seen. I totally want it!!! It's this company called Pet Tree Houses. I totally WANT!!They had it in the corner and there was a ripe cat ready for the pickin!






My boyz are healthy, by the way! They, thank goodness, don't need their teeth cleaned! 'Cept they have gained weight and need to go on a diet. I think they might really be piggies in cat clothing.

Opinion: DARN !@#$% CATS

Sigh.

I haven't posted in a few days. I know. Bad, bad me! But for some reason people have been hating on cats lately. Not exactly at me, but around me. And that makes me sad. So I have been cranky and been wanting to give those people a good talking to! But that would be bad and negative and corrupt my fabulous blog with too much negativity! Which I totally don't want and have a huge feeling that you, the reader, would rather poke your eyes out with wet cat food covered dull spoons.

"So what spurred you to post now and even mention this?" you ask? Well, today I discovered why the cat potty doesn't need to be changed yet - when usually it's time to by now.

Sigh. I feel ever so slightly the need to say stinky things about the joys of pet ownership.

One or both of my boyz has been using the little bathroom mat next to the potty instead. I am trying very hard not to strangle said boyz. (Not that I could - they are looking so cute at the moment.) And I haven't caught them in the act. So, the mat is sitting in the laundry basket and the bathroom floor has been scrubbed and there is no rug on the floor.

DARN STINKIN @#$%^&* CATS!!!

O.K. Now that I have vented:

And am I mad at them? Not at all. I am worried. Because when a cat does something like this, they are usually telling you that something is wrong.

Are they sick? Are they mad about something? I have no idea. Luckily, for me - not for them, I have their annual exam scheduled for tomorrow. They get to go to the V-E-T. I'll have them inspected to make sure that they are running at full cat-pacity. Which leads me to the funny part of the post:

HOW HARD IS IT TO CATCH A CAT?

Maybe for some of you crazy cat peeps, it's easy to get your fuzzy feline into a cat carrier to schlep them to the v-e-t or wherever you may be schlepping them to. Not my boyz. It is the most traumatic event ever. I am seriously considering investing in a Kevlar full body suit.

"How hard can it be? You are bigger than they are!" said one of my friends. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Once I finished laughing and dried off the hysterical tears I began to explain.

1) They know the SOUND of the cat carriers. Just accidentally bumping the carrier in the closet will send them into hiding for a few hours.

2) They have started to associate treats with the fact that they are being coerced into something. If they are scared, the sound of the treat jar or even putting a treat in front of them will not work. THEY KNOW.

3) I have 2. So if I catch one, he sounds the alarm to the other. And all is lost.

4) They are very very good at being slippery cats or finding the one place where it is almost impossible to reach them to catch them.

5) Once they are finally caught and I have tended to my wounds, they howl. HOWL. You'd think they were being tortured or were in serious pain. I can't take them on the subway or on the bus. Tried that. Wasn't pretty.

When I first got them, I had to get them into the carriers in order to bring them in to be, um, snipped. Well - I was not aware that they fully understood the ramifications of cat catching. Long story short, I literally scared the poop out of Al. It was hilarious and sad at the same time.

So my plan for tomorrow is:

1) Take the carriers out a few days ago. Check. They hid when I did and are a little jumpy around me. They know something is up!!

2) Try to get them used to treats being for anytime. So maybe they might respond to some treat action when I need to lure them out.

3) Procrastinate. I am so dreading this.

4) Set the carriers up at the correct angle to drop a cat in after I finish this post.

5) When the dreaded time comes, make sure they are both in the living room and close the doors to the bathroom and the bedroom.

6) Go for broke!! One will be caught - and you only get one shot - and the other will be on to me. So the remaining cat will probably have to be dragged out from under the couch by the nape of his neck with me feeling unbelievably guilty that I am traumatizing the poor thing.

The above is assuming all goes well. If not, and there are no posts for a few days, assume I am in the hospital recovering.

Observation: BROKEN CATS

I may have mentioned once before that my friend has decided that my cats are broken. Broken, as in they don't behave the way cats "are supposed" to behave.

For example, cats love Tuna in a can juice. Nope. Not my boyz. They take a sniff and walk away.

Chicken? Nope. Turkey breast? Nope. Corn, peas, and carrots? Nope. Melon? Nope. Expensive canned cat food that smells like people food? Nope. My cats don't like people food at all. I can leave a plate full o' delicious people food on the table and walk away without any trepidation that there will be a cat tongue or two getting cat spit all over my food. They don't try to steal my food or whine when I am eating or jump onto my kitchen table. Truthfully, I kind of like it. When they were kittens, Al liked to lick cool whip off my spoon and Gus used to eat mini marshmallows. They don't anymore.

Cats love to bask in a ray of sunlight. Not my boyz. Cats love heating vents or warm spots to sleep on. Not my boyz. I've never seen them exhibit any of this common cat behavior.

How 'bout boxes? Cats looooove to play in boxes. In fact, many of the cute websites refer cats to "boxhab." My boyz are definitely NOT boxaholics. When given the option of an empty shoe box or a packing box they walk away with disdain. "What about paper bags?" you inquire. Nope. Gus wants nothing to do with them and Al will deign to jump on top of the bag or paw it because it makes noise. But displaying the cute-in-a-bag-ness: nope.

The worst part of their being broken: there was a ginormous water bug on the pillow. It was like a zillion feet long. I put Al in front of it so he would protect me from it by killing it for me. He looked at it, cautiously pawed it once, and then jumped off the bed and went about his daily routine!!! Cats are supposed to protect you from evil bugs!!!!! The whole predator thing!



Maybe I should send them to cat boot camp. Or show them videos of how cats are supposed to act. Get 'em to behave like cats should!!

Rule #9: YOU MUST ACCEPT THAT CATS ARE NOCTURNAL

I am working on this post at 3:30am. Why? Because cats are nocturnal. Which means that no matter what I do or how I attempt to "train" them, I have not slept through the entire night since I adopted them. (The fact that I might have to get up to pee notwithstanding.)

Since I have 2 cats, it's 2x the fun! 'Cause it's not like they coordinate when they decide to meow at me or jump on my head or paw at my hair or run around with the cat crazies and the sparkle ball in their mouth meowdeling like something is very very wrong!

Part of the problem might be that I am a light sleeper or that I have a very small apartment or that I put up with it, therefore reinforcing the behavior. The thing is, they can tell when I am sort of awake - and I guess I have a habit of waking up to pee around the same time every night. And cats love routine!!! "She's up - lets bother her!!" "Hmmm, she's not up? But she always gets up at this time, she probably needs some help!"

If you are a crazy cat person, you are well acquainted with the nighttime cat-crazies. Where they zoom around chasing each other and wrestle. Or run back and forth across the bed with tons of pent up energy. Or sit in a particular spot and howl at the top of their lungs just 'cause they like the sound of their meow. Or "kill" their sparkle balls. I think that my living room may be tornado prone, because sometimes when I get up in the morning there is a debris trail of cat toys.

Then there is breakfast time (which is still night/sleep time for me):



At around 5am I get: MEOW! Paw, paw, paw, paw, paw. Al has perfected the "get some of my hair in the paw and pull." It is guaranteed to wake me up. I tell him to go away. That works real well. He decides to paw at the wooden blinds. Then Gus will jump on the pillow. And meow in my ear. Very loudly. The only way to get them to stop is to walk to the kitchen and shake their food dish - WHICH HAS FOOD IN IT - and get them to eat some of their food. This reinforces the behavior. Sigh.

Lock them out of the bedroom? They sit by the door and YOWL. YOWL. YOWL. YOWL. And paw at the door.

And you know what? I can't be mad at them. They are so darn cute when they do it!! That paw move that Al has? So darn cute! When Gus sits on my pillow and sunggles me awake. Awwwww. Sometimes, when they are napping, I try to get them back for waking me up. I try to poke 'em! Does it work?? Nope. I get the cute eye plink and a yawn and a stretch. All of this results in them getting some skritching. But you can't blame me for trying.

WRITER'S BLOCK

It's been a rough weekend in terms of posts. I guess the laziness went to my head and writer's block has set in.

Happy 4th everyone!

Rule #11: ALLERGIES DO NOT MATTER

Crazy Cat Ladies should NOT be allergic to their cats. Unfortunately, I seem to be. No matter!! The call of the warm, fuzzy belly is too great. The gravitational pull cannot be resisted! When one of my boyz sticks his belly up I MUST snoofle it. And then I begin to sneeze. And sneeze. And sneeze. And sneeze. And sneeze. And sneeze. And I don't stop until I take some Benadryl and pass out for the rest of the day. (Then a cozy nap with a warm cat curled up next to me is required. But that's besides the point!) Now, this doesn't happen every time I snoof a warm belly. It is a random occurrence, probably brought on by a combination of the belly and an environmental allergen. So, technically it's like Russian roulette. I take my chances.

Now some people would say, "Why are you subjecting yourself to this? Just get rid of the cats!" Ha ha ha! That's funny! A Crazy Cat Lady get rid of her cats?????!!!!! I think not. I would rather suffer through tons of sneezes than lose my boys!!

There are options available to me - Zyrtec being the best one for now. I could get shots, but at the moment I am weekly co-pay resistant. It may come down to that. There are also genetically engineered hypoallergenic cats that can be purchased for a mere $1,000+ and a waiting list!!! Or I could just get a naked cat. Hmmm - I could shave my cats!! Or get them waxed!!

VOCABULARY: SQUEE & OTHER QTE WORDS

Since today's post was more of a request for help than an actual post, I've decided to post a bonus post!

I've noticed that I have sporadically been using some vocabulary words that are commonly used by the cute community. The newly emerging Crazy Cat Lady may not have heard these terms. For example, "Squee." It is a shortening of the term "To Squeal with Glee." I think it expresses the sentiment to a T.

While I don't always squee audibly, I find that it describes my feelings perfectly when I see something of utmost cuteness! This is not just reserved for cats. I will proudly admit to being a huge animal lover!! (And I don't mean "I love animals, they're tasty!" While they are tasty, this is not something I like to think about.) Maybe I love animals because of their innocence. Maybe it's because of the adorableness. Regardless, if I am in a bad mood, all I have to do is go to a website with seriously cute animals. (I highly recommend this as a way to lower high blood pressure, cure melancholy and lift the heavy spirit!)

The search for happy squees takes me to a few websites. The first one I learned about was Cute Overload. Yes, that is exactly what it is. Pictures of cute animals. Squee after squee. The only fault with this website that I can find is that it has made me want to own a number of animals as pets, 'cause they are so darn cute!!! Most specifically a hedgehog. Before this web site, I had always wanted a porcupine as a pet, but these darn hedgies!!!! Their little boopable noses!! The little ball of hedgehog that they curl up into!! WANT!!

Cute Overload usually has links to where their pictures come from. So if their pics aren't enough, you can always get more!! They also contribute to some of my cute vocabulary - squee and boopable (when you poke an adorable nose and make a "boop" sound.) Nom is also another one. As in - when there are some amazingly cute tails or ears you just want to snack (while making the nom nom nom sound) on them.

I Can Has Cheezburger, the site I discussed when explaining lolspeak, has a number of sister sites. One of these, aptly named, is The Daily Squee. Their tag line, "So cute, your brain might explode." is quite true. In fact, today they have a picture of another animal I need as a pet:

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Yes! An anteater!!! Most recently they had a ton of pics of raccoons. Yep, want one of those as well! As an FYI, Cheezburger has another site called Acting Like Animals.

Now these sites only take so much time to look at. (Um, especially if you check them more than once a day.) What happens if you need more qte (means cute) fix???

Say it with me now: The Pandacam!!!!

I first learned of this amazing technology when the Smithsonian National Zoo in DC had their first baby panda, Tai Shan. I watched the little bugger grow from a teeny pink blop no larger than a stick of butter, to a full grown male panda.



The National Zoo has a ton of animal cams! You can see tigers and lions and sloth bears - Oh MY!! And octopuses and kiwi and fish and ferrets and and and. What's great about this site is that the keepers post education updates about the animals. I have learned a ton of stuff about the animals I look at. It's pretty darn awesome. The Atlanta Zoo and the San Diego Zoo also have panda cams as well as other animal pics, news and cams.

The moral of this post? Qte away, learn vocabulary, increase your knowledge and smile a lot!

Oh, did I mention I also want a pet skunk?


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RULE #2: CATS ARE BETTER THAN MEN (Help!!)

You knew this had to be posted sooner or later. This is part 1 of this post. I need help with this one. (Partially because I am 36, am single and live alone with 2 cats. I am worried that this post might come out a tad bitter. Who me??? Never!!!)

The fact is that I can only draw on my experience and say that Cats are Better than Men! However, there people who are in a stable relationship with a man and have cats. There are some people who date women. There are some people who date both men and women!

I am calling for your help with this post.

Please e-mail me or post in the comments here your thoughts on why cats are better than Men (or women.) I will take everyone's responses and compile what I hope to be a less biased post!! Notice - less biased - I didn't say unbiased!!!!

PHENOMENON: CATS IN SINKS!

Yesterday evening I walked into my bathroom, turned on the light, and was greeted by a "Eeeerrrrp!" (translation: "Hey! Turn da light awf! I'm sleepin' heres!!!*") - GhenGus Khat.
* This translation is in lolspeak. If you are not familiar with it, please see Rule #6.


Gus is a petite, male tuxedo cat. His face is little. His paws are little. 'Cept he weighs around 13 lbs. (I don't think he will be offended if I post his weight for all the world to read.) He fills up the entire bathroom sink. It's the cutest thing ever!!! When he was a kitten he used to sit in the sink all the time. He has slowly grown to fit the sink. (If he gets any fatter, I will have to get a new sink.) Then one day he stopped doing it. I was sad, 'cause it's so adorable! And I didn't have any pics of him doing it. And as of yesterday, he seems to have started sink-sitting again. I tried to slowly get my iphone to take a pic of him, but he assumed that since I was walking in the direction of the kitchen, that I MUST be going to the kitchen. I have yet to catch the elusive Gus sink sitting. But it's true!! Really! And have I mentioned that it's super cute???


Most cats do not have an affinity for water. In fact, if you get a drop of it on Al - he bolts and holds a grudge for a few minutes. So one would ASS-UME that sinks (which have water) and cats would not mix.

Except for maybe this cat:



Now I know my cats are strange ("broken" according to a friend of mine.) Gus doesn't mind sitting in the sink after I have just used it. If you turn the water on while he is sittin' in the sink he doesn't react at first. And then he will slowly get up and leave. He sometimes drinks his water by sticking his paw in the water bowl and then licking his paw. (Yes, it's amazingly cute too!) So I ass-umed that he was a uniquely strange, broken cat. Then a few years ago, when I mentioned Gus' antics to someone, I was told about this website. Yes, there is an entire website devoted to pictures of Cats in Sinks!!! Apparently, cats love sinks!!! Who knew??!!!

What causes this phenomenon? One hypothesis is that the cat is a little toasty and it's cooler in the sink. Another is that a sink is a nice cozy place, thus the cat feels safe and snuggly when sleeping there. Perhaps it is due to a genetic defect, the "Cat Hates Water" gene is somehow mutated. Scientists and Crazy Cat Ladies are stumped. There is no known explanation for this strange occurrence.

As soon as I catch the elusive Gus in the sink, the pictures will be posted!
Oh yes, there will be pictures!!

Yes, Al - I know. Don't worry. I'll post about you too. And I'll include cute pics of you too. Soon. I promise!

WANT: CATIO!!

The NY Times published this article on June 16, 2010. I can't stop talking about it. Or begging my dad to build me one. (The fact that I 1) don't have a balcony or 2) don't have any outdoor space does not deter me!!)

I think these Crazy Cat People get the award for dedication to their title.

My goal in life is to get a Victorian House and build an intricate Catio for my boyz! (No - this is not sarcastic!!!)

Rule #3: CAT BODILY FUNCTIONS ARE CUTE.

Now's the time on Guide to Being a Crazy Cat Lady that we discuss cat bodily functions. "Why now?," you may ask. After abandoning my poor sweethearts for an eve, I came home to find not one, but TWO large piles of cat barf in my living room!!! (At least these were dry this time. Last time there was an unfortunate bare feet/ wet cat food barf incident.)

A true Crazy Cat Lady does not go, "EW! GRRROOOSSSS!" A True Crazy Cat Lady says to her cats, "Aw, is your belly feeling better? Did my little noodles have a big 'ol hairball? Are you better now, my snuggly-bottom-smooshie-wooshie-face?" And then proceeds to get a paper towel and dispose of the cat barf without a flinch or a negative word.

What about when a piece of cat poo decides to go on a trip with the cat? A friend of mine who is NOT a Crazy Cat Person has decided that these are "Poo-Mines" left for unsuspecting humans to find. (And possibly think that it might be a piece of fudge, since marshmallow fudge had just been made.)

A TRUE crazy cat lady knows that the poor, innocent kitty just had a little stow-away on their (usually zooming) trip out of the potty. A True Crazy Cat Lady says to her cats, "Aw, my silly little stinker-pantz. Did you have a good poo? Looks like you had a tag-along!" And then proceeds to get some toilet paper and flush the "mine."

We crazy cat ladies are not flustered or thrown out of sorts by cats bodily functions. We know that cat barf is a good thing because it helps get that big 'ol hairball out of our babies' bellies. Depending on the cat, sometimes it sounds like your smoogy-woogie-fuzz is coughing up his/ her entire digestive system, with a few other systems for good measure. Do we worry? No! It is just the cue to go and get that paper towel. (If you ignore that alert you might forget about it later and have an unfortunate midnight bare feet run in with some choice leavings! That is also par for the course.)




Scooping cat poop from the potty? Not a problem! Those little tootsie roll-like offerings in their potty mean that your fuzz butts are healthy. So you scoop away without a care or worry. In fact, if you own more than one of these fabulous beasts, you know who poops where and which poop belongs to what beasty!

True Crazy Cat Ladies are not thrown or grossed out by cat bodily functions. And we are confident that these puke-mines and poo-mines are just our cats' loving gifts to us. (In fact, for Mother's day, I got a big old puke-mine. I was so proud!!)

Issues: Tchotchkes

There is an assumption that if you are a crazy cat lady you must collect anything and everything that is cat-related. The tchotchkes must be as tacky as possible! ( In case you had no idea what a tchotchke is: according to wikipedia - tchotchkes are small toys, gewgaws, knickknacks, baubles, lagniappes, trinkets, or kitsch. The term has a connotation of worthlessness or disposability, as well as tackiness. In other words, crap!)

As a modern Crazy Cat Lady, I do not collect tacky, cat-related items. I do not have any pale pink t-shirts with airbrushed kitten pictures. I do not have cat pictures hideously embroidered on throw pillows. I do not have any pastel porcelain cats playing with yarn or eating flowers cutely. (The fact that I have a collection of cow stuffed animals is another issue which will not be discussed in this forum!!!) You are allowed to own a few tchotchkes that poke fun at your status as an Official Crazy Cat Lady. For example,This awesome figurine can be found everywhere or here on Amazon.com. Also, some of the awesome stuff mentioned in yesterday's post like this:




So - I am officially stating -

Collecting tacky, cat-related stuff is NOT a requirement for Crazy Cat Ladydom. *

If you happen to own a variety of cat-related tchotchkes, it's OK. It shows a level of commitment that few have.