Evolution of a cat lady
A question for the members of Club Cat Lady: have you always been a member, or do you remember when you joined?
This may come as a shock, but I wasn’t always obsessed with our feline overlords. As a matter of fact, for most of my life, I considered myself a dog person, and El Hub and I used to talk a lot about adopting a couple o’ mutts when the time was right.
Then, one fateful day — I think it was in 2006 — I heard a friendly voice outside the laundry room of our old apartment. “Meow?”
I’d say it was the voice of an angel, LOL! — but that’s not exactly right.
I guess the seeds of my eventual move to Cat Ladyville were sown when I was a kid living in the burbs. My dad, who grew up on a farm surrounded by lots of different animals, was always bringing home one random creature or another, much to my mom’s dismay.
Our house was like the neighborhood zoo! Cats, dogs, birds, fish, rabbits, mice, turtles — basically, if it crossed paths with my dad and looked like it needed a home, we adopted it.
But by the time I started high school, Mom had had enough. She put her foot down one year, and the only animals allowed to stay were the dogs.
I had a deep bond with our black lab, Bell (RIP, buddy), who was with us through my early twenties, and when I returned home after college, Shauna, a 100-percent pure mystery mutt with gorgeous golden fur, moved in.
She’s an old girl now and doesn’t fetch as quick as she used to… I get a little misty-eyed when I remember her as a wee puppy.
Tabs and Shauna have never met, but I’m sure he’d rock her world. For such an aloof diva superstar kitty, he makes a pretty good first impression.
It’s weird, but sometimes I think of Tabs as a dog. He’s very comfortable and outgoing around people, and not skittish at all.
I remember at the old apartment in Mill Valley when Tabs first started coming around; he’d follow me all over the complex like a puppy!
On laundry day, he’d walk by my side down the stairs, across the parking lot and all the way into the laundry room. Then he’d wait patiently, cleaning himself and sniffing around, until I put the clothes in the wash, and then escort me back to our front door.
“May I help you with the laundry?”
Once, he even tried to follow me to the Safeway across the street. “No!” I shouted, and he actually stopped. I wasn’t taking any chances after that, though. From then on, whenever I’d go grocery shopping, he stayed in the house.
“Where ya goin’, Mom?”
He still follows me around, room to room at home (he even paws at the door to get in the bathroom!).
When people come over, Tabs likes to talk current events with them and entertainment (“Have you seen Cat Avengers?”). A few months ago, we had to hire a plumber for something, and Tabs spent the entire time minding the guy’s business. By the time the plumber left, he and Tabs, whom the plumber started calling “Little Pup,” were fast friends.
Yup, I never expected to become a cat lady, but now I wear the badge with pride.
I’d love to hear about your pets and how they came to live with you. Are you a crazy cat, rabbit, frog or dog lady (or guy)? If so, who is/was your gateway pet? Inquiring minds want to know.
Who is Tabs the Cat? About five years ago I befriended a stray, flea-bitten tabby cat with a bad case of worms. I could see he’d fallen on hard times, but his profound knowledge of high fashion and department store cosmetics led me to believe that he was more than meets the eye. We became fast friends, and now he’s actually my boss (and a successful kitty model).
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
P.S. To learn more about my employer, world-renowned plus-size kitty supermodel Tabs the Cat, you can also peruse the archives here.