I know a few cat ladies at work (sistas and CACs) and a not only weird but pitiful. You go over to their desk to chop it up about some work shyt and there pics of cats and figurines and all kinds of shyt that tells a man that they’re in for an awkward mind fukk if he ever makes it to her crib.
one sista I know and I’m cool with is obesssed with her cats and will talk about her weekend cat plans and then ask me what i have going on. I’ll be damn near “embarrassed” to say smashing and going out is “all” I have going on. She’s my age but the cat lady vibes make her seem like she’s 10 years older easily.
I dunno. I guess there’s this comfort of knowing your cat will welcome you home after a day of pissing in obscure places and licking itself.