April 19 is National Cat Lady Day. My day!
When Tiger Lily rescued me, my mother was a little concerned. I grew up on a farm, and all of our (many) cats lived outside, took shelter in a number of barns and other outbuildings, and were fantastic mousers.
I lived in the city. Mom said, “What are you going to do with a cat?” I don’t remember my answer, but Tiger Lily came, and within a few months – unrelated, this was already in the works – we moved from the city to a home very close to the family farm. I was never going to let Tiger Lily outside without a leash, because the many cats from my childhood typically died on the road. The same road that now runs in front of my house.
So there I was. A grown up farm girl with an indoor cat.
Two years after my initial rescue, I was rescued by another ball of fur, Little Socks, who first tried to rescue my Aunt Mary. Aunt Mary was beyond saving, but she knew I was amenable, and she introduced the two of us.
By now, my mother was nearing apoplexy. She said, “Another one?”
I smiled.
Two years later, a friend begged me to take a look at three abandoned kittens and please take one. I met them. They were playing together, running and jumping. Two dilute calico girls and a gray long-haired boy. At one point they sat in a row and looked up at me. I pointed and went down the row. Kali, Ko and Mo were my newest saviors.
I believe it was at this point that my mother said, “You’re going to be a 90-year-old old maid with a house full of cats!”
The old maid part was classic. I was already in my fifties and never married, so the fact that I could live to be 90 and never marry was a given. But a house full of cats? “Really, Mom, get a grip.”
And now I have seven. Actually, ten lovelies have been a part of my life. Sadly, three wait for me on that Rainbow Bridge, Tiger Lily, Ko and Mo. But…seven at a time is a lot!
My mother was always right.
Yes, I Am A Cat Lady
This website validates me. Of course, the site starts off asking all of us to admit to being “crazy” cat ladies. Well, it’s not National Crazy Cat Lady Day. It’s National Cat Lady Day. I would never admit to being crazy!
I might, however, live up to this label: “old maid spinsters who wear frumpy sweaters and don’t get out enough.”
From several websites, including the one cited above, comes this information regarding the establishment of the day. “Founded by CatCon creator, Susan Michals, National Cat Lady Day is meant to emphasize the modern Cat Lady as a powerful, independent and caring figure who’s not defined solely by the furry company she keeps, or how many cats she may have.”
I guess that’s true of me, but typically, people define me by the furry company I keep and the number of cats that I have.
It doesn’t hurt that 99% of my (now regular part of my wardrobe) face masks are cat-related.
How To Celebrate The Day
Cat ladies like me don’t need to be told how to celebrate a day with cats. Any day with cats. But since the above-mentioned website had some ideas, I’m sharing.
- Start the morning off on the right paw. Do some yoga with your cat. Just don’t call it Downward Facing Dog in their presence.
- Get a huff of your cat’s fluff. Because cats smell good. And cat huffing is definitely a thing.
- Treat yourself to a cat-purr-cino before your cat can steal a sip! Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s caffeine. And, like, three cats.
- Remember that some of the most fashionable women were cat ladies. “I’ve always been mad about cats,” said Vivien Leigh. She was best known for starring in the 1939 adaptation of Gone with the Wind.
- Choreograph a dance routine featuring you and your cat. We know you’ve got the moves. This is especially fun right meow with many of us being stuck at home thanks to the coronavirus!
- Take a break and blow some bubbles with your cat. Because why not?
- Celebrate with your fellow cat ladies! Put on your best feline fashion and get ready to paw-ty.
- Post one of the million photos you have of your cat on Instagram (or Facebook or Twitter). The world needs to know who you are, and who your cats are!
- If you’re a cat lady sans the cat, visit a cat cafe or your local shelter and pet some cats! You won’t regret it, and the kitties in the shelter will love some good company. Note: while you might not be able to visit these kitties in person right now due to social distancing restrictions, they can still use your help. Consider reaching out to your local shelter or animal rescue to see how you can help.
- Drink some wine with your cat! Because it’s not drinking alone if it’s with your cat. (Actually, this is an excuse I use often!)
In Closing
Okay. I didn’t need the suggestions. As a matter of fact, as I type this, the sun is shining on a pretty spring day, and because I have cats, I installed bay windows on every side of the house with large ledges for sunning. Mr. Bean is on the window to my left, grooming himself in a sunbeam. Sassy Pants is sleeping on the lap desk, close enough that my arm is resting across her body as I type. Little Socks – she is now 19 years old – is sitting on my lap, pushing her head into my fingers as I type (because she loves to do it and it is so helpful). Speckles is sleeping on the left side of the sofa back and Kali is sleeping on the right. Ko, precious Ko, who is in serious decline (she and Kali are 17; they lost their brother Mo several years ago) is sleeping in her spot on the sofa, the spot she has slept on for the past few weeks, the spot that will be the last one for her in this home. Sigh. [A previous paragraph was updated, leaving Ko on the Rainbow Bridge.]
We cat ladies know how to grieve, too.