The (not so) Secret Life of a Cat Lady

A lazy day is what I deserved and so I allowed myself to indulge in sleep and buffalo wings.  The extent to which I vegetated included cookies and cream and Tim Burton movies.  The most extreme action I took part in today was keeping the outdoor kittens from following grandma down the driveway.  A long week of headaches, matricualtion, little girls, and physical therapy, concluded with an honors paper about a French revolutionist, further fueled my desire to do NOTHING!  And so, Saturday was my lazy day and starting tomorrow I will be alert and aware of the things that I ought to be doing before the morning of the Monday that follows. 
As for now, I giggle and admire my kittens and their spunk.  Their tenacious and excuberant nature that permits them to do almost anything.  I envy their never ending energy and their tiresome antics. And I love them for their eternal unconditional love they give to me.

I am content being a cat lady.  Yes, I have cats; it would be sillier than necessary to not have cats and say I am a cat lady.  For that matter, my father is as much of a cat lady as I am!  But I digress - My own cats are my joy and my therapy.  I share the responsibility of caring for our outdoor cats and kittens with my father and find as much amusement in them as my own.  I have successfully returned to school after a 15 year hiatus during which (and still) endured many health problems.  My days and nights are booked with quiet satisfaction and accomplishment.  I find solice in the beautiful things in this life and strive to keep a positive attitude when things get tough.  Being a proud aunt and daffy sister as well as an extremely grateful daughter, I am very close with my family and thankful for everything that each one of them does for me.  My world is simple and unflashy but it is mine.