The Best Friend from Portland (OR, natch), the Picky Vegetarian, visited last week and this, and was telling me about how she has to restrain herself from talking about her cats all the time. She is a proud pet owner, obviously a vegetarian, who also does pet-sitting, so clearly she has a passion.
She has one Facebook friend who thinks it’s hysterical to post pictures of his sleeping dog throughout the day. Every day. For months.
Wow. That made my mouth hang open in shock. Because I would so defriend someone who did that.
Another Facebook person posts pix of her cats and writes her own LOLcats captions. Frequently. Because apparently there’s not enough for this person to do every day. Please.
And the PV, despite her ability to discuss her remarkable cats ad nauseam, wants to be a cat person with restraint. Which given what I know about most cat people (not Nastassja Kinski, btw, nor David Bowie. God, could Kinski have been any more gorgeous?!?) is nigh impossible, if not downright oxymoronic. She does, to her vast credit, only talk about her remarkable cats when they do something–remarkable. Which makes her, in my eyes, a remarkable woman, and not just because she loves me as much as I love her.
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Do I do this? Although I do think that, were it not for the allergies, I would be a crazy cat lady, I don’t think I talk about my cats excessively. Please slap me if I am.
Myretta. Please. You have never talked about your cats with me. You are so not that person.