“Cat Lady, Cat Lady, come here quickly!” Cat Man was summoning me to the kitchen, where he was watching a DVD on his laptop. He loves Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot mysteries, and The Clocks was screening at Catland.
There, on the miniscule monitor, was a character after my own heart. Mrs. Hemmings is her name, and she is described in the liner notes for the Poirot DVD series as being “the extreme cat lady.”
I imagine that Mrs. Hemmings’s “collection” of many, many cats looms even larger on the big screen. I took a quick look at some scenes from The Clocks, and Cat Man and I had the same thought simultaneously. “Do I look like that?"
I was reminded by Cat Man of the adage “strength in numbers,” and I returned happily to my daily task of menu-planning for our ten cats.
Query of the Day: How would you define an “extreme cat lady”?