I CONSIDER myself a “normal” cat person despite the fact that I currently have one too many. I make sure all their needs are covered, except for one thing: an active sex life.
I don't think I'm a flat out crazy cat lady although my phone and computer are bursting with cat photos and God forbid I have to delete some to make room for more.
So when the occasion came up to meet cat lovers who hold birthday parties for their cats, dress them up and bring them to the park on Sundays, my idea of normal cat parenting was thrown off balance. But if there's one thing my cats have taught me, it's about how curiosity will bring you answers. So, I walked up to the group called the Sunday Parkday Gang to meet the cats and their mothers.
As an outsider looking in, I see nothing really different with their level of crazy from mine; except that now I envy their cats who own crocheted funny hats.
If there were an alien studying this hardcore group of cat owners it would probably pick up the word cute and associate it with cats given the sheer number of times someone would squeal the word with matching dilated eyes.
Immediately I knew “these are my people” and I don't mind coming back when my cats get their hats. -- AJB
Alma J. Buelva is the editor of MetroPets. A journalist by profession, her love for writing goes into overdrive when the subjects are pets.