…I’m a crazy cat lady.
No, not because I’m a single woman in her late 30s living in a one-bedroom apartment with four male cats. Five years later, I’m still wondering how the hell that happened.
Not because I have a few things around the house with cat images on them. Like a needlepoint pillow and some kitchen towels.
Not because, no matter how much I sweep and brush, I see cat hair tumbleweeds drift across my hardwood floors.
Nope. I am officially a crazy cat lady because I think this is very, very cute. And I’m playing it multiple times. And sending it to people.
Is there a cure for this?