The rise of the "Crazy Cat Lady"

Abstract

As a spritely, little 7-year old, having a cat was cool. In fact, it made me really cool. People I had never spoken to at school had somehow caught word of my new kitty and prompted their parents to call my parents in order to "schedule a play-date." It seemed as though Snowball was a celebrity, with people stopping by at all hours of the day to catch a glimpse of her and hoping to maybe, just maybe, catch her on the rare hour she was awake and ready to play. Nevertheless, I had become a self-proclaimed cat-lover and was damn proud of it. Now, I am a twenty-year old woman and it is not cool. In fact, it's really not cool.