I used to joke when I was younger that my biggest ambition in life was to become a Crazy Cat Lady. It was never serious – I mean – the cat lady is a stereotypically grumpy old woman who sits around in her smelly old house, surrounded by her feline brood, shunning human company and muttering to herself.
I have four cats. And no other living companions. I talk to them all the time, they curl up with me at night and they never answer back. Well, not often. If they’re lying on my part of the sofa, I’ll sit somewhere else. In years gone by, I’ve been known to be sleeping in an “s” shape on the bed to fit in around them rather than turf them off. I addressed that one by buying a larger bed. Clever eh?
I do not dress them up their own clothes. They do not have their own rooms but they do have their own toys, even if they do turn their noses up at most of them and prefer to bat around a piece of silver paper or string for hours rather than the fluffy mouse toy I got for them.
Do I prefer them to human company? Yes probably. Would I ever consider not having a cat? Not on your life. Does that make me a Crazy Cat Lady? Your choice.