Saturday, May 3, 2014

They Call Me Crazy

I have friends who call me a crazy cat lady.  Yes, I have cats and I care for a small feral cat colony.  But I'm not crazy.  I have a soft spot in my heart for these little creatures that are so often misunderstood.

If I am a crazy cat lady, my husband is a crazy cat man… this could be him:

Notice this person has cat treats in the pocket of her robe.  My husband does exactly that!  He comes out in the morning, reaches in his pocket and tosses treats to the cats.  He reminds me of an old man carrying candy in his pockets for the grandkids.  He feeds the feral cats as often as I do, and he talks to them and uses names for them.

Why doesn't anyone call him a "crazy cat gentleman"?


rachel said...

Because as a man, he's the Lesser Spotted CC Person! I have the same reputation as you - in fact, people frequently slow down (in cars or on horseback) to ask where my cat is today, if Millie hasn't actually managed to dash out with me.

judy in ky said...

That's nice that people slow down to ask about Millie. I have often thought it would be nice to walk with my cats but they have become dedicated house cats.

Bearette said...

Good question :)

the veg artist said...

My husband and our cat work in tandem to see how much they can get away with!

judy in ky said...

My husband and my cats get away with a lot! I have zero power in my house.