Brad is a Cheater!

So... about the mysterious "Brad"...

Ever since my blogger friend Otin explained how the CatLady got her name,  I've been pondering the mythical spouse he assigned to me.   I laughed uproariously when I heard the name Otin gave my spouse.  Don't know why, but the name Brad cracks me up.  For some reason, I imagine Brad as a real noodge.  A spineless, clueless, boring wimp who is pleasant but unimaginative.  Someone who would collect antiques.

That all time favorite nerd...  Brad in Rocky Horror Picture Show

I'm actually spineless and rather boring myself, but I like to imagine that any potential spouse or love interest would have a bit more imagination.  Someone who would investigate a little further if his wife went missing.  Someone who would at least notice that his wife had turned into a cat.  (Hello!  I'm right here, you idiot!)  Someone more like this guy.

"Hmmm... I believe that adorable kitten looks familiar.  Reminds me of Larew. Could it possibly be her reincarnation?"
Picture of more intelligent looking, manly man taken from http://artofmanliness.com

Yesterday Otin wrote about Brad again.  Something about an Antiques Treasure Show.  Could this be the same Brad, my cyber spouse, who just gave up eternal life to grow old with another woman?  Cheater!  Doesn't Brad know he's still married to me?  Even if I am in cat form? 

Story of my life, I guess.  I used to have a dream that I was marrying the wrong person.  In this recurring dream, the person I married was my junior high school boyfriend.  I'd always wake up thinking... "but I never married him so why am I having these dreams?"  Turns out it was my actual spouse who I must have been channeling.  Now that I'm divorced, I don't have that dream anymore.  Go figure.  But that's a story for another time.  I've gotta figure out who that rat bastard Brad is cheating on me with.

There must be more to the underlying story going on here.  I'm guessing that the woman Brad is now giving up immortality for is the same wench who I was on my way to see to discuss her marital issues when I was summarily turned into a cat.  Could it be her marital problems were caused by her undying secret love for Brad?   Oh, please!  I just hope that Larew the Lady Cat got a chance to lick up some of that elixir of life so that she can continue to haunt Brad forever! 

Being a vindictive immortal feline bitch could be so much fun!

Meow!

Note:  For those of you who just joined the party and are wondering what the hell I'm talking about... Otin's original story Cat Lady Larew, in which he explains how I got to be a cat lady without cats, can be found here.

Otin's latest story The Antiques Treasure Show can be found here.

Now go check out Otin... he's pretty awesome!

Outed by Otin

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.

Thanks, Otin! I heart you!