I'm not a crazy cat lady. I'm a lady with crazy cats. I SWEARS.

[shadesofmauve]

I just rode home in the pouring rain and showered all the road grime off. I let the kitties in and they mobbed me -- crazy, uber cuddly, we-must-be-in-contact-at-all-times, LOVE ME! I will lick you and cherish you and call you george and you will pet me and LOVE ME! NEEEEEOW! No! We will not wait for you to get dressed! We shall dry you with our beautiful furs! OMG, DO YOU LOVE ME?!

I know the big mean sky rained on them, too, but I think I need a way to assure them I'm not melting before my mouth is so full of cat hair that I can't breathe.

No, I'm not licking cats. I don't know how the hair gets there. By magic, just like it gets everywhere else. *spits*

Comments

[westrider.livejournal.com]

As "Nobody Scores!" pointed out once, the phrase "crazy cat lady" is grammatically ambiguous as to whether it refers to a crazy lady with cats or a lady with crazy cats, or both. Lots of room for fun misinterpretations.

I actually did bite Eo's tail once. While she was shedding, too. Took forever to get all the fur out of my mouth. All I can say in my defense is that it seemed like a good idea at the time, and she started it.

[shadesofmauve]

I almost bit Monkey's head once, when he was a tiny kitten. It wasn't my fault! I was mid yawn, and he just stuck his whole head in there!

[westrider.livejournal.com]

In Soviet Russia, Lion sticks head in your mouth!