I just don't know how it happened... Yesterday or atleast it seems just like yesterday I was twenty something. And now... 40, single and the owner of 3 cats.
I always would make jokes of becoming the old cat lady, I just really didn't think it would happen or happen to me atleast.
It happens to shut ins without friends who love cats, right?
That isn't me. Guilt... that is what it is. I go away on business and the guilt of leaving my teen at home in the care of family causes me to agree to a third, yes I did say 3rd cat.
Cats are ok, but I'm a dogless dog lover.
I guess when I get to the point of searching for a love my personal add must say "Must Love Cats!".