So, over the years I've learned that two cats a cat lady makes, apparently. I suppose my falling to this moniker was inevitable: my first stuffed animal, given to me the day I was born, is a small white kitten; I would always cry for and defend the terrible attitude of our cats growing up; and, of course, I now find myself the owner of two cats. Alright, I'll embrace the classification, but I am not going to embrace the crazy. With the classification, however, comes a great deal of poking fun at the expense of my family. Every time an occasion calls for a card, I guarantee one of those cards will be feline-themed. For example, the birthday card I received from Gene for my birthday this evening had this adorable kitten on the cover, which opened to reveal a feline disco party of sorts on the inside of the card. As much as I've resisted the "cat lady" label for years, I must admit I find each and every one of these cards simply adorable. I mean, who doesn't love a kitten in a party hat?
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