For months now I’ve asked myself almost daily, How on earth can you become a crazy cat lady without cats? Well, my brother Nick presented me with a solution:

This is Mew Mew, a six-year-old fully declawed and fixed lady cat. She only weighs 7 pounds, which means she is like a tiny fuzzy shotput and she is the perfect size for my little apartment. For some reason her owner needs to get rid of her, and after trying for some time she declared to my brother that she was going to give the cat to a shelter if someone didn’t take it within two more weeks.

Knitting . . . check.
Vase of dead flowers . . . check.
Sue Grafton paperbacks . . . check and check.
Cat . . . check.

All I need now is a purple sweatshirt with an applique of a cat, surrounded by glittering Puff Paint. So close, and yet, so far. Please wish Mew Mew and me the best of happinesses in our new shared household.

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