A Crazy Cat Lady

I am sure you didn't already know this about me, however I am {surprisingly} an only child. My cousins are the closet people I have to siblings, and we all treat each other accordingly. We blame each other for things we are responsible for, we mooch off each other and we don't call each other back with any promptness whatsoever. And with this, I can say that we would all go to bat for each other any day of the week, and twice if vodka has been involved. Of the five of us, one is married to his high school sweetheart, E, who has become like a sister.

Since we are 20-somethings, trying to figure out love, careers and whatnot, it's only natural that a few bad apples pass through our lives. What is not natural is my eldest cousin C's ability to attract girls that are full blown crazies. At first the family (we aren't a mafia, but we are just as tightly knit) thought it was because he went for girls a few years younger than him, or at least that is how I rationalized it. No matter what it was, E and I are always hoping he'll meet a fun girl that we can hang out with - read: drink mimosas with. And once the Seahawks found themselves in the playoffs, we thought C had found a somewhat rough but nice enough girl to make us forget about all the crazy ones.

You can probably see where this is going, since this post is titled A Crazy Cat Lady.

Her true occupation was as a hairstylist, well, actually almost hairstylist since she was finishing up beauty school, she had many extra-curricular activities including singing in a cover band and being able to pick out a "good" rescue cat.

Wait..what?

The conversation went something like this:

Me: I work with a lot of rescues and have been thinking about adopting an older cat.
Her: Omigod you totally should!!!! And I know this sounds crazy but...

Time out. Whenever you premise a statement with "I know this sounds crazy but.." you are crazy. There are no words that will make a person think, "since you premised that statement, you're right I think you're totally onto something." In fact, you have actually increased the odds you will be deemed a whack-job since you essentially planted the seed into your listeners heads.

Her: ...if you ever need help picking out a shelter cat I have a great sense for them. I can totally help you pick a good one.

And obviously now that I think about it I might still give her a buzz and take her up on that offer, since my cat-picking strategy was to go with the loud, screeching one that tries to scratch me. What do I know?

At that point, I should have thought 'whack job' but rather thought 'ok. but she is LESS crazy than the others. Of course you can cut my hair!' As you know, I have been pretty desperate since I moved away from my stylist in Spokane. Desperate enough to agree to having the Cat Whisperer cut my hair.

Since we all live in our iPhones these days, I exchanged phone numbers with Madam Meows A Lot AND my cousin C. You see, C and I are so good at being related that we had never traded numbers prior to, again, the Seahawks making the playoffs. After dodging drunken offers to go bowling, I said my goodbyes and headed back to my apartment for a night of laundry, napping and Transformers on FX. Dibs on Shia LeBeouf. My phone rang around 7pm, at which time I was groggily struggling to lift my arm.

It was C. Should I answer it? He probably wants me to meet him at a bar. I don't feel like drinking. Or putting on normal pants. Debate. Debate. Debate. He's only had my number for a few hours, and he's already calling?

Me: Hey C, what's going on?
C: Hey! What're you doing?
Me: Watching Transformers and napping.
C: Are you at home?
Me: Yah.
C: Wanna do me a huge favor.
::pause.evaluate.consider::
Me: Ummm...
C: Can you come get me? I just really, really don't want to hang out with these people anymore and my car is in Bellevue. I will totally owe you. Please?! Please!

Remember earlier when I said that we keep each other's backs? I mean, he would come get me if I had that much panic in my voice...

Me: Sure. Where are you?
C: I don't know.

At this point, I probably should have hung up the phone. Lost cause. Said my goodbyes, and checked Craigslist for people looking to adopt into a family. But of course, I didn't.

C: I can see the Space Needle. And I-5.

After a few rounds of questions, I deduced his general location, which he followed up with cross streets. Then it hit me.

Me: Did you go to whatsherfaces house?
::pause::
C: Yeah...
Me: Oh no. Is she...crazy?
C: She's bat-shit crazy.
Me: I'll be there in 15 minutes.

After a few missed exits, a wrong turn or five, I picked C up on the corner. He seemed relieved to not only be in a warm car, but also to see the apartment building fading behind us. And like I would really let him ride for free - I needed the scoop! You want it too, eh?

C: I couldn't drive but I wanted to hang out, so I went back to her place with her. She seemed cool until she went crazy.
Me: How'd she go crazy?
C: I mean, we have been hanging out all day, give me some space!
Me: But..you went back to her house with her..
C: So, I saw an out and I took it. I told her I was going to buy beer so I left. And I have been avoiding her calls and texts since then.
Me: Beer was your out?
C: Yes! I saw an out and I took it.

That's right, he left and just never went back - entirely. Rather, he waited on the corner for me, which was apparently in sight of her apartment...because it sounds like Crazy Cat Lady and her cats were looking our the window for C. In the 20-minutes we were in the car, she texted him a minimum of twice a minute. They went something like this:

Hey, where'd you go?
C..where are you?
C?
Helllooooo...C?
Where the [french fry] are you?
What the [fidora]?!
Seriously, C, what the [flipper]?
You're a jackass. What the [foil]?
Where the [french toast]! You are such a [filling] asshat!
Seriously, C are you coming back?
Omigosh you are so [fridging] retarded.

I am currently out of words that can replace my beloved, yet less family friendly, eff-bomb but if you're not stupid you get the point. And with that, I told C, "I'm sure she is a great hairdresser but I don't think I'll be letting her cut my hair, being that I am related to you and everything."

Do I hear an echo?

Hello? Hello? Helloooooooooo?

Remember when I made that 'cute' New Year's resolution to blog more? And I was all, "omigosh, three times a week? No problem!" Well, that went to the curb, and I can't even tell you where the past two months have gone. Excuses aside, this blog is far to entertaining to forget to write. And with that...I will try to be better. I have recently (two days ago) taken on the project of running a 5k. A 5k, you say? But you loath running, and people that run! Yes, I know. BELIEVE me, I know far better than anyone that running is a fun suck. And, yet if I can teach myself to enjoy ::pukes:: running, then really I can do ANYTHING. It's all in the mindset, readers.

Plus, it means I get to spend more money at Lululemon. EVERYbody wins. I stimulate the economy, get my heart rate up, my weight down and the best part is I can now start almost any sentence with "Now that I'm a runner..." Read about my progress, my quips and my successes here > wogginandbloggin.blogspot.com.

You're managing TWO blogs?! You're a crazy woman!

Yes, yes I am. A crazy woman with goals in mind. So watch me, minions.



Funny story envolving a family member and a crazy girl to follow. The f-word comes up a lot in this one, so if you have a better substitution please let me know before I post it.