Am I Becoming a Crazy Cat Lady?

The other day, I was lying in bed, cuddling with my two cats (technically, they are my sister’s cats, but I like to think of them as mine too). One was napping on my stomach, sounding like a motorboat, while the other was curled up beside me. As I lay there, I thought to myself, “Wow, could life get any better?” But then another thought crossed my mind: “Am I becoming a crazy cat lady?”

The term “crazy cat lady” has always been thrown around as an insult, a stereotype of an old, lonely woman surrounded by a horde of cats, living in semi-isolation with nothing but yarn and litter boxes for company. But when I considered it, I realized that I do not fit all the criteria—at least, not yet. I am not old, but I also do not have a huge circle of friends, and I do spend a lot of time reading. Recently, I even picked up crocheting as a new hobby, which is definitely a step closer to the crazy cat lady lifestyle. So, yes, I might just be on my way to becoming one. I am the epitome of J.D. Vance’s nightmares.

But here is the thing: I do not see that as a bad thing at all. Being labeled a “cat lady” is supposed to be some sort of insult, as if it is an undesirable lifestyle choice. The idea is that you are a loner who does not go out much and prefers the company of cats to that of other humans. But to me, that sounds like living the dream. Who really wants to deal with people all day when you could be at home with your fur babies, crocheting a new tote bag, or being engrossed in a good book?

There is something really satisfying about the simplicity of this lifestyle. Cats are wonderfully independent creatures, yet there is no better sense of superiority than when they choose your lap as their new favorite napping spot. No human can give me the same validation.

Let’s be honest, I could spend all day with a bunch of cats, reading and crocheting, and not get tired of it. And you know what? I am perfectly okay with that. If being a “crazy cat lady” means finding peace in the small, quiet moments and surrounding myself with my kitty cats, then count me in. After all, who needs people when you have a cat, a good book, and the satisfaction of creating something with your own hands?

I am proud to call myself a crazy cat lady, and it seems that we cat ladies are slowly taking over the government—at least, that’s what J.D. Vance thinks.