Like the time I spent an hour in the bushes outside of work because I thought I heard a cat meowing and needed to rescue it immediately. (Spoiler alert: We never found it. And there may not really have been a cat. But I did get a nasty rash.)
Or this Halloween costume.
(Let’s be honest: Those are my normal clothes. I wear that robe every single day and have been known to spend entire weekends in those pajamas.)
Or how I flew back to Seattle for a night so I could get this tattoo.
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| Yes, it hurt. A lot. |
But I think my recent trip to Austin qualifies as the most cat lady thing I’ve ever done. Annie and I met there at the end of January for a girls’ weekend of eating, drinking, and trying on ridiculous boots.
Everything was fine until I spotted these signs for a cat café.
Of course, I dragged Annie in there. And we hung out, had lattes and took photos. It was a very normal tourist experience, if having a strange cat put its butthole on the table next to your coffee qualifies as normal.
And then just as we were about to leave, this happened.
And so we spent our last day in Austin buying a cat carrier, going to the vet and basically prepping this little guy to become a Minnesotan. (I should've bought him a down jacket too.) I flew home with him (profuse apologies to everyone on my flight for all of the yowling). And now he lives in the land of ice and snow and has three sisters who have been semi open-minded about their new little brother.
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| One day, they'll all cuddle. I'm optimistic. |
Welcome to Magnus, strong cat of the North.
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I love that you fell so hard and just had to bring him home. I used to volunteer in the animal shelter with the shelter bunnies. I don't know how many rabbits I saw over the years but in all that time there were 4 that really pulled at my heart strings and I would have brought them home if I thought I had room for more than 2 in my studio apartment (actually I fell so hard for one little guy I tried to bring him home to live with the two, but it's a long story and it wasn't meant to be). I really think sometimes they just pick you.
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