She's a Cat Lady!

Photo by Lucy Nicholson/Reuters

I must admit that I don't care what people say about Miley Cyrus being a bad influence on their kids. So what if she isn't a proper lady? From the looks of this photo, captured at the American Music Awards this past Sunday night, she is a full-bore Cat Lady.

Whoever created Miley's look-at-meow outfit for the AMAs must have sold carbon copies by now to every Cat Lady who is seeking a competitive edge in the "feline fan" fashion department. And Miley even has a lip-synching kitty as her backup (as if she needs any reinforcement).

Am I the only Cat Lady who thinks that Miley may bring new meaning to "cat got my tongue"?

Power Outage

One of my worst nightmares occurred about an hour ago. Have you ever been in the midst of changing a litter box when your home loses its electricity?

I couldn't remember where I had stored our flashlights. Our disaster preparedness protocol is null and void. But I was bound and determined to have clean litter for our cats, come hell or high water or no power.  There needs to be a "Cat Lady Action Plan" for those of us who like to keep busy during our darkest hours. I made my way to the Lysol spray, all the while feeling annoyed.

L.B. was also extremely annoyed. I couldn't see him in the dark, yet I could hear him loud and clear. He was eating everything he could smell. I guess he reverted to his doomsday scenario, meaning
"tank up fast."

Now that power has been restored, L.B. is sleeping peacefully, and I can write to you once again from a well-lit Catland!

Wherefore Art Thou, Cat Lady?

Oh, I am here in Houston, Texas, and feeling extremely guilty about not being in touch with you for two months now. But the "art" part of my life took over, as the Museum published fast and furiously on subjects that range from bitter artistic rivals (catfights in the colonial art world!) to assemblages by Antonio Berni.

Back on the feline front, I remain confused by Panther. Or does he have an alter ego? Something is amiss in the backyard at Catland. Cat Man and I also recently greeted an adorable, probably six-month-old kitty, whom I have named Pye (after Pyewacket, of course). She has the sweetest tabby face and a tiny tortoiseshell body, and trapping her so as to proceed with shots and spaying is my Number 1 priority.

I am honored to be joining the opening celebrations tomorrow night at Save A Cat, a new, no-kill rescue shelter for felines. I was invited to sign copies of Cat Lady Chronicles, and I hope you will stop by to support the shelter's cause. The shelter is housed in a bungalow that is conveniently located across the street from a Petsmart store on Alabama at Shepherd. Please come and adopt your new best feline friend for life! And let's you and I be catty in the best sense of the word.