It wasn’t until very recently that I decided to join the cat side. Before, when people would ask me the age old question: was I a “cat person” or a “dog person”, I’d pretentiously respond “I’m an animal person”. On a particularly cold (single digit temperatures) day here in Pittsburgh last month, I saw so many people bundled up, but still freezing while they took their canine companions outside to poo. Every time I passed a person/pupsicle, I thought to myself “THANK GOD WE HAVE CATS AND THEY POOP IN BOXES INSIDE THE HOUSE WHERE IT’S WARM!” Voila, full blown Lazy Cat Lady.
Don’t get me wrong, I love dogs. I could go on and on about the good times I had with my Great Dane, Samson. But a repeated dog print on clothing can’t hold a candle to a cat print. Do they even make Beagle head bags? Bloodhound hats? If this pastel top was puppies, I probably would have passed. Dog Lady Chic just doesn’t have the same ring to it…
The only things keeping me the Chic Cat Lady I try to be are 1. a lint roller and 2. a husband who adamantly says “no more cats”. If it wasn’t for Joel, I’d quickly turn into the Crazy Cat Lady from the Simpsons.
This kitty purse is Sarah tested, Peter approved.