"I Had an Ex Call Me a Crazy Old Cat Lady"

You know that old cliche line of how a single old lady sits alone in her home with dozens of cats? She is called a 'Crazy Ol' Cat Lady. Can you tell me how it became a negative statement? I find it funny. Just a silly little expression, but I was told that I would be one later in life, by an old sensitive ex. I didn't even have a cat at the time.🤪I actually had a mini Pomeranian. I was in my wanna be like Paris Hilton stage. Ha Ha

I sat down and pondered the conversation that had just taken place. When he initially uttered those words to me, I couldn't help but be taken aback. I remember thinking to myself, "What kind of statement is that?" It was clear to me that his intention was to hurt me, to lash out once he realized that I had reached my limit with his deceitful and self-centered behavior, and that I had decided to move forward without him.

The dialogue replayed in my mind. I expressed my decision firmly, "I'm done. I am moving on. I cannot tolerate the continuous cheating." His response was a desperate plea, "Can't you give me another chance?" I stood my ground, knowing that this wasn't the first time we had been through this, "This is like the third time already. No. I have made up my mind. I have started talking to someone else, as you have been absent for a while."

And then came his parting shot, "Well, that's good because when I left, I thought you would end up being a crazy old cat lady." Those words stung, but they also made me realize the depth of his immaturity and lack of respect. It was a moment of clarity for me, affirming my decision to move on from a toxic relationship that only brought me pain.

I simply ignored it, as his opinions no longer held any significance for me. I was done with the drama.

According to Quora.com the definition is: being a reclusive and possibly disturbed, unmarried woman who has one or too many cats to clean up after and/or treats cats as an emotional crutch, stereo-typically because there's something lacking in her human relationships.

Reflecting on my past, I vividly recall a time when I was younger and found myself bewildered by the idea of being labeled a "cat lady." The mere mention of it would elicit a chuckle from me, as I couldn't fathom fully embracing such a title. Fast forward to today, as a 46-year-old individual, my perspective has undergone a significant transformation. Now, when someone jokingly refers to me as a cat lady, my response is one of wholehearted acceptance and enthusiasm. I proudly exclaim, "Yes, I adore cats and I am more than happy to embody the essence of a cat lady!" This newfound appreciation for feline companionship has brought me immense joy and fulfillment.

It's amusing to note that while I have wholeheartedly embraced my love for cats, my husband, on the other hand, may not be as enthusiastic about the prospect of me fully embodying the role of a cat lady. His playful objections only add to the humor and charm of our dynamic. Despite his reservations, our household is now home to three delightful feline friends. The evolution of our furry family was not a meticulously planned endeavor but rather a natural progression that unfolded organically.

In conclusion, as I navigate my life as a proud cat enthusiast and self-proclaimed cat lady, I am grateful for the unexpected joy and companionship that our beloved cats have brought into our lives. Embracing this newfound identity has allowed me to appreciate the beauty of unconditional love and the unique bond that exists between humans and their feline companions.

And ... They.... Drive... Me CRAZY!

Just the cats make me crazy, not my husband. Ha-ha Well, sometimes, but that's another post.

These cats really are fun and sweet cats; but they sure can cause havoc. Breaking stuff, chewing houseplants, they used the planter pots to 💩, they are needy, sassy, .... Um, litter box stinks!!! It's horrible to have a cat... Right?

No. Not really. 😏 If you can appreciate the little fur balls, you can learn how to correct the issues you have to face.

They are very smart creatures and can train well. My sister had a cat that actually used the toilet. She didn't realize it until one day she finally yelled, "Who keeps using the my bathroom toilet and not flushing?" Of her three kids, not a single one fessed up. She was like, "Why can't you kids just tell me?" She couldn't figure it out. Few days later, she walked in on the cat. There the little whiskers was, just dropping loads in her toilet. She told him, "Excuse me stinky. This is my bathroom! Learn to flush!" 😄

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Now we take a look at my Crazy Old Cat Lady furries...

Can you tell which is which?

• Mr. Sadie - Mr. Sadie had a couple of rough times during his first year of life. Dealing with getting shots & being neutered one week to next week dealing with poisoning, losing his brother, almost dying, and recovery. Then getting 2 new adopted sisters..... "Ugh, sisters!" - he says. 😊

• Viola - The spazz, for sure! This little thing, that will not grow, came from my mother's house. She came from a large litter of kitties. She doesn't like anything but dry food. And crackers and chips, too. 😏 I think I'm going to start syringing her some nutrition.

• Raven - the sweet, feisty, loving little furry cuddle'r, is a royal pain. I believe she is a bully in the cat world. She pushes over on ME, Sadie & Viola ...and ME..and my husband. All of us! How did she get here? She came running up to me one afternoon as I was outside watering the flowers. Just screaming like she was scared. Very little and I noticed similar looking mom & babies running the streets a few blocks away. Naturally, she now lives here.

In case someone attempts to bring you down with a negative remark such as, "You're going to turn into a crazy old cat lady," simply accept it and respond, "Indeed, and I am proud of it."