TWIMO Observes: A Cat Lady

Yesterday I stopped in at Target on my way home from my seasonal employment interview at Vera Bradley, because obviously I want to be a maven of over priced patterned, quilted tote bags. Verdict: LAME. I'm going to with draw my application. Sorry, TWIMOers, no VB bags for you for X-mas. Anyway while the clerk was ringing up my essentials (pee pads for Clair, TP for me, and a box of Mac and Cheese) an older lady pulled up behind me with her cart and proceeds to unload about 40 cans of cat food, a HUGE container of kitty litter, and lastly about a 50 lbs. bag of dry cat food. I immediately judged this woman as a crazy cat lady and looked to see if she was wearing a glittered puff paint t-shirt adorned with a cat and if that murmuring I heard was her talking to herself. I quickly realized that in fact the murmuring was the gawking noise coming out of my mouth as I imagine the 400 cats this woman was going home to. Right then and there I vowed to myself never, ever to become a cat lady, even if I do spend many of my Saturday nights alone and can't seem to find a boy I like. I, Sarah, will never wear a puff paint cat shirt and buy my weight in meow mix. Period. Let's face it, there are other options, because the world is my oyster.


P.S. Never google image search for "cat lady" photos. The results are horrifying.