Many of my friends know that I have a really awesome cat. His name is Boo Cat, he’s five years old, and he’s hilarious, sweet, and purrrrrfect. I talk about him as much as my friends talk about their children, and everything he does amazes me.
Do I sound like a crazy cat lady yet?
He sleeps on my head, he’s as fluffy as a cloud, and is always excited to see me when I come home. I have a cat tattoo on my side and I buy him a present with every paycheck.
Most of my friends think I’m obsessed, and they’re kind of right. He’s my little buddy and my sidekick. I have never come home and not been greeted. I haven’t slept alone in the past five years. I can’t do laundry without a cat trying to crawl in my pile of clothes. I probably wear as much cat hair as I do my own!
And you know what? I don’t care if that makes me a crazy cat lady. I have a constant companion, a cute little guy to show my friends when they come over, and a little dude that thinks I am the most amazing person in the world.
I might sound crazy, but I’m happy. Are you?
