I was literally tickled pink yesterday when I discovered our blogger buddy, Otin, had written a treatise on what it actually means to be a cat lady without any cats.
The Wizard of Otin, that master weaver of strange tales about things that go bump in the night, was intrigued by the concept of a cat lady without cats. And so he offered an explanation for this strange phenomenon.
According to Otin, the CatLady is not actually a lady at all, but a feline who used to be a lady. A feline who obviously must hate herself because she hates cats. She has a spouse, (named Brad,) who hates her because he thinks she blew him off and left him. Unbeknownst to him, he is now her sole caretaker in her feline form. Now, there's a recipe for disaster. I'm going to have to sharpen my claws and get out the passive-aggressive rule-book.
Here is my new persona... tickled pink and all:
All I can say is...Brad sure as hell better watch out! Cat Larew is coming and that bitch is pissed! If that isn't Dr Pepper in her saucer, his ass is grass!
But, don't take it from me... click on Otin's link below to read this and other marvelously eerie tales of mystery.
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