I have always been proud to call myself a crazy cat lady, and see nothing ridiculous about liking my cats more than most of the humans I encounter.
We had to take Mandrake to the emergency vet this weekend (he's stable now, and home, thankfully), which required three trips. I had to make the last one because they forgot to give me the prescription for his prescription food. (Why do cats require prescriptions for special food, by the way? Do other cats and their owners routinely try to scam the people at the specialty pet food store? "Hey, my cat doesn't have urinary tract problems, but I want to pay three times the normal price for his food!")
Anyhow, when I came back the same poor people who were waiting there to pick up their cat when I left were still there, and this woman who was a pet photographer was going on about all of the different stuff she did to get cats to pose for her (different scents, etc. Weird shit.) Then she says, "I'm definitely a cat person." She was clearly flirting with the guy, who was maybe 40 (she was at least old enough to be his mom), and totally ignoring the wife. When she popped out to get the cat carrier, the wife said, "Why do older ladies love you so much? She never stopped talking!"
This same cat person had no sense of personal space. In the 5 or 10 minutes I was there waiting, she bumped into me without noticing several times, and backed up by me close enough to make me cringe at least that many times. I have met guys who wanted to get in my pants who didn't get that close.
Then when the harried staff came out, she plowed to the front of the line and said, "I'm FIRST! I have been STANDING HERE, WAITING for my cat to be seen!"
Mind you, all of us were here before. I really wanted to throttle her at this point, as I had been in the car for about three hours running around that day and worried sick about my cat all night.
The nice couple and I were helped in the appropriate order, and crazy cat lady had to wait. I would have loved to have seen the look her face, but I was afraid of bursting into giggles and sticking out my tongue at her.
If that's crazy cat lady, I don't want to be her. Or maybe she's trying too hard to be me? Maybe it's the combination of artist and cat person that gets into the toxic and the ridiculous? Inquiring minds want to know.
I just thought it was hilarious that she got her knickers in a knot about having to wait 3 minutes. Hopefully she'll never have to go to a human emergency room.
If she does, hopefully it will be for permanent laryngitis.