On my front stoop just now, I saw something with my own two green eyes that I have never -ever- seen before. Now, I am far from a sheltered soul and have seen more than my fair share of cray-cray in my days of working in the service industry, studying in school, and generally being a wild child.
I thought that I had seen it all.
But, as I was staring at my tree in the front yard and pondering how many more inches it could grow over the sidewalk before the Home Owners Association came a’knocking at my door, I happened to witness one of the strangest things that I have seen to date.
A woman in her mid-to-late forties was pushing a stroller down the sidewalk with a smile on her face beaming with pride. As she dodged my out of control foliage, I could not help but notice that her stroller was one that I had not seen before. Upon further inspection I realized that was because there was no carrier at the top. Huh? What was she pushing? I was logically intrigued.
The bottom was a mesh crate of some sort, however, and as I openly stared at it with a sense of curiosity that once killed a cat I realized something ridiculous. Speaking of cats…this broad had a cat in a crate and was strolling it through the neighborhood while it went wild and cried.
I like to think that I am open to our differences as people. But then some wack job walks her cat -who apparently does not even enjoy it- with a Prozac-worthy grin on her face…and I take it back. I wonder where these people are bred and how I can get a population destroying virus into the water supply undetected.
So, I tip my hat to you, Crazy Cat Lady 2.0, for my truly evil thought of the day. Now I have to go and find a way to get that image out of my head while sipping some wine and pondering how the fear of dying alone brings people to pseudo-worship their cats.
And then be grateful that I am allergic.
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.