The title “cat lady” is one I hold with both pride and amusement for I am proud to have such wonderful creatures in my life yet sometimes picture myself turning into a “cat lady”
Probably like her?
OR Maybe HER watch?v=o3hhCh9t-bI
Well I won’t deny that my “cat lady” has its own share of fame but a day ago I realized how far its notoriety had reached 
I announced to a colleague that I would probably get my brand new kindle sometime this week.. Below the conversation for your enjoyment :-
Me :- “I get my kindle probably by tomorrow.. yay!” (singing out mentally songs of joy tuning out the world while my shiny, warm glow sings to me lovingly)
Colleague : “How old?”
Me :- o.O wuh? What do you mean “how old?” (**sigh** The music’s gone)
Colleague : “Wait, is that kitten or kindle?, baby cats are called kittens right?, wait.. what is a kindle?”(poor guy’s obviously confused by now and sinks deeper in his confusing abyss).
Me :- Kindle a.k.a e book reader, its pretty awesome and does lots of fun stuff (The kindle no longer sounded as awesome and clearly my weak description proved it).
Me :- …. Do you always assume I talk of cats & dogs when I open my mouth to speak
Colleague :- (Not a really diplomatic fellow)… Well…. You do speak about them a lot so i assumed you were getting one… … … … ..
** Silence**
Me :- **shakes my head slowly**… **sigh**
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The way cats & other furry critters are automatically associated with my being by my loving friends and family; Cleanliness/Tidiness is something that is “not” associated with me.. Some call me a slob while others have gone far enough to claim that my room’s capable of murder on its own(making me the accessory to murder >_< ).
I generally refrain from buying white anything since paws, fur and me tend to disguise the color.So obviously white tidey whiteys are assumed non existent in my collection but….
It happened, I bought “shiny” white underwear that shone in both daylight and night. They made me proud until I heard
“They can’t be yours, they are white”
“……”
My uber weak response “what’s your point” came back to smack me in the face because of the obvious doubt in the other person’s voice..
It is fun being me