Who’s a Crazy Cat Lady?

  I might have the potential to be a “crazy cat lady.” I’m not one yet, but the possibility is definitely there. Let’s just say I’m a “crazy cat lady in training.” I presently have four cats. I usually have three but I rescued one from the parking lot of The Golden Corral back in November. I’m not sure if the number of cats one has is directly related to one’s level of crazy cat lady potential but it might be. It’s the potential crazy cat lady in me that makes me take many pics of my cats. They do such amazing things, like sometimes sleeping on a pile of folded clothes.

  I have a problem with naming cats for some reason. I’ve never been one to name them something predictable like Fluffy or Snowball. I have to wait and see what fits them once I get to know them. My oldest kitty’s name is Baybee. That’s pronounced “baby” if anyone is wondering. She’s about 16 years old now. We adopted her from the barn at mama and daddy’s house. It was the 90’s and I was being all trendy and decided to spell it like that. My other kitties are Peepers, so named because he had huge eyes as a kitten, and Stinky (previously known as “Golden Corral kitty”) because he has digestive issues and is quite unpleasantly odiferous on occasion. It didn’t take me long at all to come up with his name, bless his little smelly-cat heart. Then there’s Wittel, who happens to be very small and petite. For short I call her “Wid-wid” for some reason.

  Baybee is the alpha kitty and all the others seem to automatically know this and show the appropriate kitty respect. Baybee don’t take no crap. Besides being an old lady of 16, she’s also quite “fluffy,” weighing in at about 18 pounds. Baybee has been with me through a lot. Good times and not-so-good times. It’s not surprising that after all her time on earth she’s learned a few things that most cats never will... She can say mama. And hello. She usually says mama when it’s just me and her home, which puts her credibility in question when I try to brag about her speaking ability. Then sometimes, for reasons known only to her, she will venture into the guest bathroom, (it’s ALWAYS that bathroom) and sit behind the toilet wailing mournfully, “Hellloooooo”? “Helllooooo?” Like she’s the last kitty on earth sitting behind a toilet, until someone (me) goes in there, picks her up, and totes her out. Baybee always has loved me best when I’m in the bathroom for some reason. If I just walk in the general direction of the bathroom, she will run from wherever she is in the house so she can accompany me while I’m in there doing whatever bathroom business is on the agenda. Speaking of which, “Come on Baybee, and bring that People Magazine with you.” It’s our favorite.