Am I Becoming “The Crazy Cat Lady?”

One of my greatest fears, I admit, is growing old and alone, surrounded only by my faithful cats and a TV/computer to keep my occupied from suicide. This is really the worst thing in my mind, growing old while being very disabled. I'd rather be dead than be a 70 year old, lonely, "crazy cat lady." But as the years pass and my past relationships crumble before my eyes, this fear seems more and more likely.

But then I think, is being "the crazy cat lady" really that bad of a thing? Sure, people like to make fun of "her," but if it weren't for these feline obsessed old bitties, who would take care of all these needy cats? There are millions/billions all around the globe. Many are homeless, abused, killed for fun, euthanized.....SOMEONE needs to care for these tender creatures (which they truly are). Cats, if treated well and brought up well, are some of the best pets on the planet.

Sure, they may be aloof, snotty, selfish, and seem overall uninterested in their owners, but just when you least expect it, they'll come up and head rub you, knead your lap unexpectedly, and sense when you're sad. That latter remark particularly really means the most to me. This morning after enduring a very sad night, my cats jumped into bed with me the second my PCA opened the door, and cuddled me closer and sweeter than ever before.

So if I end up stowing candy in my purse for "later," owning multiple cats, whatever, when I become old....if my cats are my mini-therapists, I guess it won't be that bad at all.