So Martin and Adam are always telling me I’m a crazy cat lady (CCL). Let me set you straight.
First of all, I am a tried and true DOG person!!! We decided not to get another dog after our dear Sainted Wally died, because with travel soccer, antique and craft shows and Martin working on weekends, we just don’t have the time.
But the house was very quiet and strange with no fur-baby, so we adopted a cat from a friend of mine who rescued her. My friend already has 5 cats and 3 dogs so she couldn’t keep this one as well. By now, most of you know her….. MISS HOLLY GOLIGHTLY!!!!!!
She is a cute, small cat who really loves to be held. She loves to be held A LOT. She loves to be held so much she meows and meows until someone picks her up. As a matter of fact, she is spoiled rotten about getting attention. Wally was never so bossy!!! Somehow she has wheedled her way into my heart though, and it occurred to me that, yeah, I kinda like cats. But why do they think I might be a CCL? These are just a few of the little trinkets from around my house and shop.
Here are some old mohair lions and tigers (big cats) I’ve collected.
This is a cute little “Dime Kitty” booklet from a bank. They used to give them away free to children to encourage them to save money. I had intended to sell it in the shop, but, well, aaaah, now it is in my collection. The very stylish 1950’s black kitty is on her way to my shop on Friday. I think.
This is some fabric I bought when my friend Peggy and I went to Pennsylvania this summer. It’s soooo cute! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to cut it up to sew with. Maybe it can be my funeral shroud! Okay, too far, I know. And truth be told, I also bought this fabric on the left with puppies…..
But I am NOT a CCL. Real crazy cat ladies have like 50 to 100 real cats and their houses smell like dirty litter boxes. Real crazy cat ladies dress their cats up in costumes. And real crazy cat ladies eat cat food out of the can to show their kitties how good it is.
I only have one cat. My house only smells like a dirty litter box 50% of the time. I haven’t even tried to dress Holly up for fear of having my entire body torn to shreds, and I don’t eat cat food because I’m a vegetarian!
There, see, I’m not a crazy cat lady. Are you????