14 Signs You're Obsessed With Cats

14 Signs You're Obsessed With Cats

How to know if you're a crazy cat lady.

1. You buy food for stray cats.

Yes, I keep a bag of cat food so I can leave bowls out for stray cats. In addition to feeding my own cats, I also feed many others.

2. Your cat (or any cat) is your wallpaper.

I have dozens of pictures of my cat, and other cats that I meet. As soon as I get a new phone, I set one of my cats as my wallpaper on my phone.

3. Meeting a new cat is exciting for you (but not always for the cat).

When I know someone has a cat, I constantly ask them if I can meet it and immediately try to invite yourself over.

4. You go to peoples' houses just to see his or her cats.

If my friends or family are trying to get me to do something or go somewhere, they bribe me by saying, “there will be cats."

5. When you're in a bad mood, you pet a cat and feel better.

This happens to me all the time. I'll be having a bad day, but then I'll pet a cat and I'll be excited and happy again. Especially when it's my cat.

6. You can't sleep without a cat in your bed.

This may see weird, but it's so true! Every night I have to make sure my cat is in my bed ready to sleep before I can sleep. When I'm away at college, I sleep so much worse than when I'm at home in bed with my cat. The sound of the purring is so comforting to me.

7. You are the go-to person when people need cat-sitters.

Whenever my neighbor needs someone to babysit her cat when she goes out of town, I'm the first person she asks. When my grandma was in the hospital, my family and I were the first people who took her cat in.

8. You have multiple items of clothing with cats on them.

For me this is mostly true about shirts. I have at least 5 cat shirts I wear, plus cat socks. But the cat on the shirt has to be cute!

9. You go to pet stores when you're looking for something to do.

Yep. When I have extra time on my hands, I'll try to make a trip into the pet store to browse all the cat accessories. Some pet stores keep cats and have them for sale so I'll stop by to watch them.

10. When you see a cat, you automatically know what breed it is.

A lot of people lump cat breeds together, but I can distinguish between each. For example, this beautiful lady is a Calico.

11. You FaceTime your cat.

Being away from my cat while at college is so hard for me, so I FaceTime my cat. Yes, literally. I'll FaceTime my sister and she puts me on the phone with my cat and I talk to her.

12. Your Instagram is almost entirely cats.

I pretty much post a new cat picture everyday. My friends are always telling me how they wouldn't expect anything less.

13. You refer to your cat as your child.

My cat is not just my cat, my cat is my DAUGHTER. Likewise, if I had a boy cat, he would be my son. Yes, I am that committed.

14. You can't imagine your life without cats.

When your friends ask you how many cats you want in your future you tell them, “at least 8,” and you know exactly what kind you want. Cats. Are. Life.

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An Open Letter To The Friend Who Became My Sister

Love is thicker than blood.


There are friends. Then, there are best friends.

According to "Grey’s Anatomy’s" Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang, they're your person. The one who, “if I murdered someone, I’d call you to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor.” You’re so much more to me than any of those titles can express.

As I’ve matured throughout the years, I’ve come to the conclusion that good friends with good hearts serve an incredibly important purpose in our lives, going above and beyond what we give them credit and appreciation for.

The family we choose. You’re one of those.

The day we met, I knew that you were going to play an important role in my life. What I had no idea of was that you would join the cast of my life with a starring role.

First, I need to say thank you. Thank you for always coming to my locker to check in before class during high school. Thank you for letting me control the music on road trips. Thank you for sharing your family with me, and addressing my family as if you were born into it.

Thank you for patiently listening to the physical embodiment of a broken record when I complain about the same boy I’ve loved since senior year. Thank you for tagging along on every doctor’s appointment, grocery run, and trip to the post office, just because you know that I hate doing things alone.

Thank you for not thinking twice before dialing when I text you “please call me.” Thank you for never saying no to a coffee date. Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for being my better half.

We don't share the same genetic makeup, but after all the sleepovers, heart-to-heart conversations, shopping until our bank accounts cry, and swapping clothes so often that we don’t know what belongs to whom, how could I not consider you family? We have shared some my fondest memories together, and I wouldn’t want them to feature anyone but you.

You’ve been with me on my best days, and loved me on my worst. You know how to make me laugh when all I want to do is crawl into a hole and die.

Picturing sitting in my car with you in the passenger seat makes me long for summer, where we spend three months together doing all of our favorite things. You’ve seen me naked, done my makeup, and warned me before making a poor decision. Being away from you for extended periods of time makes me feel incomplete.

You are a piece of me that I am not quite whole without. You taught me that blood doesn’t make a family; love does.

You know me better than I know myself, which is both amazing and terrifying. You make me realize I’m enough for this world, and that means more to me than I know how to express in the limited words that make up the English language.

You remind me that I am more than my mistakes, and you keep me grounded when I spiral out of control. You’ve helped me carry my burdens along with your own, even when the universe comes down on you full force, way harder than you deserve.

You’re the one I come to for the truth if I think my new dress makes me look fat, and I know you’ll be honest. I trust you with my whole heart. You know the gory details about every boy I’ve ever crushed on, every professor who was an absolute jerk, and every fight I’ve had with my mom.

I wouldn’t make it in this life without someone who already understands and listens to every thought going through my head and each thing I seriously over think, even when you know, though you don’t say, it won’t matter in a week.

With all these affectionate things being said, don’t forget our fights. The few we’ve had were very real. We still don’t see eye to eye on some events of the past, but I never told my mom about it because there was no need to make her choose a side between me and her “second daughter.

We have learned to move forward, because the love we have for each other overwhelmingly outweighs any disagreement we’ve had, and always will.

Through all the tears and laughs, I don’t think that anything the world has to offer could seriously come between us. You go to a different school than me now, and college has rudely gotten in the way of our routine of spending every waking moment together.

Since we met, we’ve grown separately without growing apart. Neither of us are the same person we used to be all those years ago. Even so, we’ve pushed each other to our limits and you’ve given me the courage to keep going and do things that make me happy.

We lean on each other when it’s been a bad day and all we want to do is to snuggle and indulge in whichever show the other is currently watching unceasingly and unabashedly for comfort (it’s the little things). Having you as my co-pilot on this crazy ride called life has been frustrating, exciting, slightly concerning, absolutely insane, and something I don’t know how I would live without, and I don’t intend to find out.

I’ll conclude this letter with a quote from every basic, white girl’s favorite musical, “I don’t know if I’ve been changed for the better, but because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”

Love you forever,

Your sis

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Poetry on Odyssey: Broken Girl

He held her up


and then one day, she stopped pursuing the things of this world

she picked up God's armor

prepared herself with the spirit's sword

and from then on, God never let go of her

she stumbled often

He held her up

sometimes she doubted

He taught her to trust

she would stress over how to win the battles

He would reassure her that peace would soon be restored

while she was fretting over those small battles,

He'd already won the war

through every hardship he was with her

whenever she felt alone, he reminded her that she was not

whenever she began trusting in herself, He reminded her to surrender

a love as great as the Lord's could never be bought

she deserved no grace at all

but he blessed her beyond compare

He always listened when she called

lifted her burdens when she cast her cares

she does the best she can to devote her life to Him

and though she falls short of his glory

he loves her and sees beauty when all she sees is a girl who's broken

He keeps her going because His mercies are new every morning

Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)

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