You Might Be a Crazy Cat Person If

Michael and I never considered ourselves Crazy Cat People until the number of cats in our family exceeded six.  I no longer believe the number of cats you share your home with is the only factor to be considered.  Certainly, folks who have as many or more than we do probably qualify, but we think that some of the following things and certainly a combination of them earns you a place in the Crazy Cat Person Hall of Fame.

Your cats have middle names.

Your cats have their own sound tracks.

When you do the math you realize that you could send a child or two to college on what you spend on your cats.

Your Vet’s number is on speed dial.

There is no limit to the number of cans of cat food you will open to find something to suit them all.

All of your plans including vacations and dinner out are impacted by the needs of your cats.

You have a sacred grove dedicated to them on your property.

Your cats have their own Facebook page or website.

You share food with them, off the same utensils.

You deliberate longer over naming new cats than some people do over naming their children.

They have more toys than the average first Grandchild.

You have set up a memorial area for those that have passed away.

You have more litter pans in the house than you have toilets.

You spend enough on air fresheners that you should own stock in Glade and Airwick.

You pause your favorite TV shows to watch whatever ridiculous activity they are involved in.

You feel guilty if you eat dinner before they do and still share yours with them even when you don’t.

You find yourself looking for somewhere else to sit when a cat is in your favorite chair.

You happily spend a couple of hours every day cleaning up after them.

You have cat hair tumbleweeds rolling around your house during warm weather, even though you vacuum every day.

People stare when you wear dark clothing, lint rollers can only help so much.

You own several silly t-shirts and a nightshirt or two featuring cats wearing ridiculous outfits.

No matter what you are doing, you get up every five minutes to let a cat in or out.

You suffer from leg cramps because there are so many cats in your bed that you can’t straighten your legs.

You spend too much time accounting for them all each night before you retire and search frantically for any unaccounted for.

You step in cat yak with your bare feet at least twice a week.

You have turned on the shower just so a cat could play in the water, and then dried them off afterward.

You added a special cabinet just to store cat food and have a junk drawer devoted to combs, brushes, nail clippers, meds, Petromalt……

There is not a single place in your house that is off limits, including the dining room table.

You feed some of your cats on the kitchen counter.

Your cats have holiday collars, you have the pictures to prove it!

You own a Crazy Cat Lady coffee mug and are proud of it.

Everytime a stray cat turns up in your neighborhood someone brings it to you to see if it is “one of yours” and if it isn’t it usually will be.

You carry cat treats with you “just in case.”

You find yourself singing silly made up songs to your cats.

You have a grown child who is horribly allergic to cats and you tell them to load up on drugs before they visit.

You have a pet cemetery in your back yard, with monuments.

You start a blog proudly proclaiming yourself a Crazy Cat Person.