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"?