I realize that not everyone is a cat person.  But I am one.  And so is my husband.  I know it’s even rarer for a man and wife to be equally into cats, but in this house we are.  As I type this, I’m realizing how strange we sound.  Bare with me.

We find cat videos hilarious.  And we’ll generally laugh out loud at any cat humor.  Once, we were watching a video of a cat sticking his head under a running faucet repetitively, and we were laughing so hard we couldn’t catch our breath.  We immediately showed it to our friends who sat there without a single reaction through the entire video.  When it ended, they looked at each other and said “cat people.”  

We’ve had a rough lot of it in the feline department in the last year or so.  I had a tearful goodbye to my sweet kitty last summer, and then we lost George in April.  For the first time in our marriage, our house is cat-free.  As much as I love cats, I always said once George passed, we’d be done.  But I think we’re considering adopting another little kitty.

Going back and reading those posts about George and Webster make me a little hesitant because I know the kind of pain saying goodbye to a pet causes, but part of us both is ready to introduce another little kitty friend in this house.  Especially for Bailey’s sake.

And I’m the crazy person who just wrote a whole post about cats.

I need help.