Crazy Cat Lady
Somehow, while I’ve been busy living my life, without even realizing it, I’ve become a crazy cat lady! One who takes off her shoes and tiptoes downstairs quietly so as not to scare the cat… one who uses her lunch break to hunt for special treats or toys… and one who sits perfectly still, hoping the cat will deem her worthy of attention. Oh boy! A month ago, Tim wouldn’t have believed this shy, hidden cat would be out, enjoying him gently stroking her head, trusting him almost enough to jump on his lap… we’re close. Our nights are now filled with cat-watching, we still haven’t turned on the television since it frightens her. So, we may have to spend the spring getting a grip on our lives, daring to clean the basement family room even at the risk of upsetting our fur queen. As for me, cleaning wasn’t in the cards. Still feeling a bit off, I opted for an early bedtime while Tim went out on the town, each of us happy with our choices. He may need to start resting up soon, though. Apparen...
