by morning, this will just feel like a dream.

i'm starting to wonder whether or not i'm becoming a crazy cat lady.

what, exactly, constitutes a crazy cat lady? is it owning eight or more cats? is it owning one cat, but dressing it up in outfits and allowing it to eat from your dinner plate? this charicature of a pet-owner... why is it a woman? why isn't there a word for a dude who is obsessed with his dogs? hmmm... things to think about.

i've noticed something about living alone. i talk to my cats. like a lot. in the past, and my old friends will vouch for this, i used a cat voice. i must've sounded pretty goofy, because i was constantly receiving requests to "talk in your cat voice, lacy". in the past few months, i haven't been using my cat voice. quite the contrary- i'm conversing with my cats as though they are mini housemates. human beings, in fact. their names are henry and mona. they are little people.

does this make me crazy? i mean, i don't ask them for life advice or anything. it's not like i come home and tell them about my day. i do, however, ask them what they're doing. i ask them if they're hungry, or tired, or thirsty. i tell them to go lay down, or to come sit on my lap, or to stop sharpening their claws on my vinyl collection.

living alone does have it's lonely moments. if i didn't have my cats waiting for me every day, i think i would spend a lot less time at home. they tear up the carpet, and i hate cleaning their litter box, but- they're little creatures. and they really do fill my life with an unconditional love that is unavoidable and kinda perfect.