Crazy Cat Lady

A long long time ago, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, or more accurately around 5 months ago when I first moved into my house I found the following items;

• A black trash bag which I was too afraid to touch but was pretty sure held the contents of an old Christmas tree
• A man's leather jacket, still hanging in the front hallway
• A baby crib
• A baby stroller
• 2 small round fuzzy long sheep hair mats
• Various combs
• Cats living on my roof, for a long time I thought that they were rats but then when the noise stopped, and I began to see 2 little kittens around (now named Dimer [pronounced "dee-mer" and meaning winter], and Weasly, Weasly who as you may remember was the cat that spent a brief time living in my house), I realized they were cats
• A creepy backyard complete w/ shed filled with odds and ends, overgrown grass, and a little child's seat in the middle next to a tree (later I would use the shovel and it would end up leaned against that tree creating an even creepier image)
• Various little sculptures made out of shells and what look almost like bones
• Small black and white portrait photographs tucked into the corners of picture frames
• Moldy walls
• Termites in the furniture
• Dust everywhere
• A strange rusty cleaver like thing
• A small dresser filled with shoes
• A lamp of the bust of a woman made out of white plaster with strings hanging down for the hair

Well, I as well as some other people pointed out that I lived in a "cat lady's house," and recommended that to deal with the craziness/creepiness I find a way to incorporate them all into a party, or that I should just frizz out my hair and learn to embrace them. Today I feel as though I have taken that later piece of advice.

Currently I am sitting on my couch (my own personal island) in a sea of floors covered in salt (hey the analogy works quite well, oceans are salty). My hair is a little frizzy as I now have to go through a process of checking my clothes for fleas, showering, drying hair (where the frizz comes in) speedily, rechecking my clothing, getting dressed, re-entering house as little as possible, then leaving. And as far as the crazy cat lady thing goes, this whole process (that and the feeling of having bugs jumping/crawling all over you) is in fact making me go a little bit crazy. As for the cat part, Dimer and Weasly still hang around, as well as their mother "Narcissus", and her new kitten "Ginger," the father "Gandolf" also hangs around some times as well. 

Oh please let me get rid of these fleas soon...