Cats, Cats, And More Cats!

My friends, affectionately, call my house “the temple of Bast”, due to the sheer number of cats that eat here. That’s not to say that I own all of them. On the contrary, most are strays that I just can’t help but to ensure are properly fed and have fresh clean water.

As I ponder this fact, it becomes clearer and clearer to me that I have achieved “crazy cat lady” status, at the mere age of 26. I’m not really what one would think of as the neighborhood “crazy cat lady”, but there ya go.

And, every couple months or so, I notice that there are a few strays/ferals who aren’t coming around often, if at all, that used to be regulars that this temple. Simultaneously, it comes to my attention that there’s a new (or previously regular) kitty hanging around.

They leave me gifts, like dead birds, on my front porch, which I suppose is sweet in it’s own way (they’re cats! What are they gonna do instead?).

It’s just something I’m finding interesting about my home tonight.