Chattering-Magpie-blog
One cat short of being a cat lady.
This weekend I take a short foray into my inevitable future as a cat lady.
Yesterday I got a panicked call from a coworker. He and his fiancee were on their way to the airport to fly to Las Vegas to get married, but they didn’t make it to the cat kennel before they closed in order to drop off the cats.
I didn’t even wait for him to ask: I told him to bring the cats to me. So now I’ve got two extra cats for the weekend, on top of my three, which, coupled with the fact that E is off on a camping trip, makes me one short cat of being a crazy cat lady.
They are big boys, Tug and Tazz. I have them locked up in my room. I let my kitties in for a little bit to satisfy their curiousity. Some growling, then I separated the cats again. They’ll just have to manage with living on opposite sides of a door for a few days.
