I have a strong predisposition for being a Cat Lady. I know I've said that before, and I will probably be saying it at least a million times more. I recently stumbled across this awesome picture of me when I was about 2 1/2 years old, sitting on the front porch of my home, calico cat in hand trying desperately to escape my grip. It was the kitten I was promised when I got potty-trained.
Now that I've been spending some time at my aunt and uncles and watching these motherless kittens grow up so dependent on humans for everything, I kinda want one. This one in particular. I even have a name sorta picked out for him: Hopkins, after my favourite poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins.
The issue is that every other person in my life thinks I do not need another cat. I have an awesome cat whom I totally love: Little Miss Ruby Lou Two Shoes. She is pretty awesome. And she's not generally a fan of other animals although she tolerates the dog. I'm just not sure she could tolerate another cat.
So, I'm trying to decide if I should cat, or not cat. My heart says yes, but my head says no.