Friday, July 20, 2007
And now we are validated
Anyone who ever called me a CRAZY CAT LADY now has my blessing.
I sort of knew about the "collector" mentality before, but I see it's officially called "hoarding."
Who would hoard animals? That's just weird. I don't hoard.
I begin to define myself as a "crazy cat lady" when I purchase things specifically for a stray animal.
e.g. last night I bought spray shampoo, calcium, and a soft brush for the stray boy (I thought he was a girl? But upon closer inspection, he has balls?! Ergo, he is a he. Well, I suppose that is a good thing. He won't be bringing his litters home.).
I figured he needs the help, and my kittehs will benefit, too.
He, by the way, is now very comfortable walking right through the door and washing hisself in that lazy way happy cats have. Which means I am doomed.
I do admit to having a crazy animal personality, on the whole. I went into the pet shop to buy the above-mentioned items and spent half an hour talking to all the kids in teh store. The bird, up top there, he is a special dude ($300 worth of special.) I am not afraid of birds with beaks that could crunch a finger off at the first joint. He tried, though, and for about one second I did fear for the third finger of my left hand. He bit down hard.
But just look at the intelligence in that eye! This is one smart bird. He said HELLO! to me. I love talking birds!
I would so have one, if I could claim a better track record with birds/cats.
Last night I also espied rats of different colours: a dark grey one I would love to have.