Cat Lady 101: A Guide to Your Cat’s Expressions

So you’ve decided you’re going to be a cat lady.

Oh good. You ordered through Amazon Prime.

Oh good. You ordered through Amazon Prime.

You’re ready to sacrifice a dating life, a future family, a social life, and clothing free of cat fur in order to really commit to your new lifestyle. Now you just need to know a few more things about cats. For one thing, you need to be able to interpret their facial expressions. To support the growth of this up-and-coming lifestyle, I’ve created this handy guide to help you out.

"Photograph me, human, for I look regal here on top of your clean laundry,"

“Photograph me, human, for I look regal here on top of your clean laundry,”

The role of the cat-with-many-faces will be played by my cat, Newt. She is named after a movie character, not another animal. She totally volunteered for this, I swear. And by “volunteered”, I mean “has Stockholm Syndrome and humors me.”

1. “I Hear Treats”

Meow

“I am applying my cuteness liberally, in an effort to obtain bonus food.”

This expression is an essential one for every Cat Lady to know and truly understand. The perked ears, the attentive eyes, the nearness to your face…This cat hears treats. She doesn’t yet SEE the treats, and therefore is not displaying fully comprehensive interest – that would make her desires too obvious. When you see this face, you must know that your cat expects you to bring treats TO her.

2. “I Do Not Want Any Treats”

Also Meow

“My clear disinterest will force you to bring the treat closer to my face, silly human.”

This face is also known as “The Treats Are Too Far Away.” See the slightly lowered chin? The face turned both closer to you, and farther away from the possible treats? Your cat knows you caught her in an expression desiring treats, but she feels that too much enthusiasm will encourage you to make her do cute tricks to obtain the aforementioned treats.

3. “You Are Not Paying Attention to Me”

Also Also Meow

“Oh, is this your expensive new laptop? I’m going to chew the top and then sleep on it.”

Your cat pretends she does not like attention. This is not true. She does not like your attentions when you choose to give them to her. She does not appreciate it when anything else, such as your laptop, book, homework, work, or a medical emergency distracts you from longing to pay attention to her. This face first appears as she investigates the thing, item, or vicious wound that has distracted you from her. It reaches completion and fades into other expressions once she has bitten, destroyed, or laid across the object of your interest.

4. “You Are Paying Too Much Attention to Me”

Also Also Also Meow.

“Get. Away. From. Me.”

This expression naturally appears any time you have gotten too close to your cat, or have begun to dance attention on her. As she has not selected that this is the time or place for you to attend to her every wish, keep her warm, or entertain her, she will show her displeasure with this face. It is important to acknowledge this face, and not take lots of pictures of it for your own amusement,

5. “I’ve Done Something Terrible But Now You Can’t Be Mad Because I’m Cute”

Also Also Also Also Meow.

“I ate the laces out of all your shoes while you were sleeping.”

This is an important feline expression to know. She has surprised you with unprecedented cuteness. You are charmed, and are fighting the impulse to snuggle her. She did this on purpose, y’all. Somewhere in your home is a horrifying surprise. It could be the secret stash of bug corpses she has hidden. It could be the entire box of Kleenex she ate. It could be barf. But I promise you…It’s there.

Cat Lady 101 Course Complete. Great Job!

All the Meows.

“Hey, what’s that thing? What are you doing? Is it food?”

I hope this guide was helpful. You’re on your way to Cat Lady-Hood. Next you need to start taking a lot of pictures of your cat doing nothing interesting, and force strangers and friends alike to look at them.

There Comes a Time in Every Girl’s Life…

When she has to learn to get rid of some of her damn shoes.

This sounds like a cliché, I know. You could interpret this as some awkward admission that I have a shoe-shopping problem.

This is not true.

What I have is a problem with getting rid of shoes. I buy them and wear them and then never, ever, ever get rid of them. The live in my closet, they get packed up and shifted for moves, and slowly but surely a few shoes turn into a lot of shoes.

Now this can be a problem for some ladies. You finally find the perfect pair of pumps, or the most practical set of flats. You hang onto them forever and get them fixed when you wear them out. And for guys? You’ll wear the same shoes until you can no longer deny the holes, and then grab a replacement pair when the others hit the trash can. (Sexist generalizations? Who? Me?!) Not me. I keep ridiculous shoes, hideous shoes, impractical shoes, and useless shoes. Even I don’t know why.

Don’t believe me? Let’s start in chronological order for a few choice items still living in my closet, shall we?

Exhibit A: Too many black flippy floppies

Exhibit A: Too many black flippy floppies

Exhibit A: The flip flops purchased in sophomore year of high school. And these are not the only pairs of black Tevas I own. They’re just the oldest ones. The ones I’ve had forever. The ones I no longer wear because I have newer ones. But these seem fairly practical to keep around the closet, right? Let’s move on…

Practical Fall Footwear

Exhibit B: Several thousand pounds of boots, compressed into one seriously overkill pair.

Exhibit B: THE BOOTS. These glorious creations, which even have attachable front covers with spikes and zippers so stiff you have to douse them in WD-40 just to make them move an inch, were purchased my junior year of high school. I’d just discovered eBay auctions, and a whole new world of gothic attire was suddenly available to me.  I have not worn them in five years…and that time was for Halloween. But still, they continue to take up (an absurd amount of) space in my closet.

But don’t worry, My high school years weren’t all about highbrow fashion:

Truly vintage Addidas. These are probably collector's items.

Exhibit C: Real vintage Addidas running shoes, circa late 2002.

Exhibit C: The running shoes I bought at the start of my senior year of high school. It was beautiful late summer. I was getting in shape to for impending college* departure. And these shoes, a size and a half too large and in the men’s section, captured my heart. And despite having no tread on the bottom anymore, and the arch support of flattened cardboard, they have remained in my closet.

*slow-motion jogging to the 7-11 up the street for mini donuts and slurpees.

But it doesn’t stop there…

Not suitable for use on the ice planet Hoth.

Exhibit D: They light up. Seriously.

Exhibit D: The pride and joy of any woman’s classy, everyday footwear collection: The light-up Star Wars sandal. These I acquired my sophomore year of college, and wore through summer suns and New England snowstorms. What girl could resist velcro sandals with flashing lights? Not this one, that’s for sure.

And then I grew older…

Handcrafted by the Spanish Inquisition.

Exhibit E: Torture devices in the guise of graduation-ready high heels.

Exhibit E: My college graduation heels. Now, keep in mind that I graduated in 2007. So maybe these were some sort of glorious, high-investment shoe? Oh nay nay. These beauties right here were a Payless purchase, The first day I wore them, they split my heels and blistered my toes. They’re a size too big, and viciously uncomfortable. And I have yet to get rid of them.

Surely we’re done, right?

WRONG.

Eat your heart out, Dorothy

Exhibit F: There’s no place like my closet…There’s no place like my closet.

Exhibit F: The Ruby Slippers. Bought in 2009 to be practical, fun work shoes. And so they have been. They have been repaired twice….and yet….

When good heels go bad

Exhibit F.1: Not recommended for travel on the yellow brick road.

I have destroyed them. Shoe repair people shake their heads at me, and tell me to invest in new heels. I don’t wear these anymore, as they’re capable of destroying carpets and clawing hardwoods to shreds…

…But I just can’t bring myself to get rid of them.

Help.

Why Standard Time Is Better than Chocolate

Fall and winter are my favorite seasons of the year, and it’s not just because they’re full of sweaters and scarves and leaves that look like fireworks and blankets of snow. They’re full of standard time.

I know there are people in the world who celebrate saving daylight, when we roll the clocks back and an entire hour of my time vanishes into an endlessly sunny abyss of long days. Hurray for those people who can continue to wake up on time and make it to work with chipper smiles. They talk endlessly about how glorious it is that the sun stays up until 9 at night, and they’re probably fueled by rainbows and the sweet essence of puppy kisses.

I am NOT one of those people.

Standard time is the greatest thing ever. Most of the world agrees. Some states even agree that it’s just downright silly to steal an hour…so they don’t do it. (I’m looking at you here, Arizona. You go, state.) It’s pretty much the best thing ever. It magically transforms me into a happy morning person, who exercises before work and goes to bed on time at night.

Dare I say it? Yes. I do. Standard time is better than chocolate.

And even Lenny the Tiny Adorable Alien loves chocolate covered espresso beans.

And even Lenny the Tiny Adorable Alien loves chocolate covered espresso beans.

Standard Time vs. Chocolate: The Pros List

Standard Time Chocolate
– Brings me joy – Brings me joy
– Helps me go to sleep on time – Helps me survive meetings
– Lets me wake up on time – Can be melted into a glorious beverage
– Makes me a morning person (MAGIC) – Brownies.
– Helps me spend less money by going to
bed on time instead of going out to play
all night
– Totally functional love replacement.
– Signals bears to start hibernating, thus reducing bear attacks – Cookies
– Loving Standard Time is a fun way to antagonize people who hate it – Infinitely seasonally appropriate
– Supports the success of ninja attacks  
– Thanksgiving  
– Christmas  
– New Year’s (Eve and Day)  
– Valentine’s Day  
– ‘Tis the season for soup
And soup is a good season.

And soup is a good season.

Standard Time vs. Chocolate: The Cons List

Standard Time Chocolate
– Empowers vampires – Causes morbid obesity
– People powered by puppy kisses are moody – Promotes a false sense of love
– Supports the success of ninja attacks – Sneaks into all the holidays
– Helps you go to bed on time – Melts into your pockets/purse/car
– Cheap chocolate tastes like wax and desperation
– Is gross when combined with gummy things

As you can see, in a head-to-head battle, Standard Time is the clear winner over one of the most ideal foods on the planet, a food that makes even delicious desserts taste better (except gummy bears). So really, I don’t see how people can be so grumpy about it. Standard time owns almost all the best holidays, and means that girls look more girlfriendy.

So throw on a cross, hang up some garlic, and spray some ninja repellent. Hug a puppy and watch a double rainbow to get your sunshine fix. It’s Standard Time season and I, for one, couldn’t be happier about it.

Things I Have Said to People This Week – Oct 25-Nov 1

Other people share what exciting things have happened on the Internet over the course of a week. Instead, I choose to summarize my week for you by simply sharing a few of the things I have said to coworkers, friends, and complete strangers over the past seven days.

“Just…don’t sacrifice anything alive to make the soil fertile. I’ve seen that movie. It goes super badly.”

“I am SNOWELLA, Princess of Greenland! ….I have to go to the store now and change my costume completely. “

“Blodate!

Which is now what I’m calling “blog updates”. You know, for speed and easy comprehension.”

“In ye olden times, they would have made you king.”

“Don’t worry children. The worst influence ever is coming to your rescue.”

“It’s ok.
I wasn’t thinking earlier.
And replaced my name with cake.”

“That mustard is so angry.”

“That’s mean.
You’re a bully.
I like it.”

” ’Men are weird retard lions’ is my favorite statement of the day.”

“I think I’m more of a Plan B for single guys (the backup plan, not the morning after pill. That would be awkward).”

And now, I present to you the one costume I left off my Halloween costume photos. Peggy Bundy. Because no one can get enough of the goddess of the 90s.

It's honestly both  disturbing and reassuring how long it took me to find a turquoise leopard print shirt.

It’s honestly both disturbing and reassuring how long it took me to find a turquoise leopard print shirt.

And here is a picture of a sleeping ocelot.

SERPENTINE BABOU! SERPENTINE!

SERPENTINE BABOU! SERPENTINE!

Happy Friday, everyone.