You know how when life gets to be too much, every now and then and you wish you had a giant eraser to wipe the thoughts out of your brain and then you're all, "Maybe I should become an alcoholic!"
But instead you just promise your cat that you'll spend the entire summer petting and adoring him because surely that's gotta be akin to meditation and less self destructive than becoming an alcoholic on purpose. Besides, he's a really needy cat who would probably thrive on the attention.
No? It's just me then? Ok, well you know how sometimes it's fun to just sit around and make up new religions to take your mind off things? No?
At any rate, I decided to invent a new religion called Church of the Latter Day Kitty Litter, so either way please send huge donations of cat food (hairball prevention formula, preferably) to the branch opening near you...
Because who could be more deserving of an entire religion devoted to him than my cat Sugar? He's fairly friendly (when he's on his bipolar upswing) and RARELY bites anyone's face off.
Look at how he protects us from harm!
And by harm, I mean vicious star of David garland that I put up for Hanukkah, of course. As I've posted before, he guards all the feminine hygiene products:
He's even into recycling:
So go ahead, worship him from on high...or while he's way up high...however that saying goes:
Once I dated this guy who came dangerously close to calling me names when he told me that he defines a "crazy cat lady" as "any woman who lives alone with more than one cat."
At the time I realized I had only narrowly missed his implied insult. After all, I lived alone with two cats on the weekends when my kids spent with their dad.
Now that I shacked up with The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken, I figured I was pretty much out of the running for "crazy cat lady". But now that I reread my post, I'm wondering if maybe his requirements were actually a little too stringent.