I walked out the door, before she could say anything else to piss me off. Besides, I’d never walked around the neighborhood yet, I was curious. I lived by a nice residential area. It looked safe enough. The first house I walked up on looked very inviting. The porch had a lot of wind chimes. They were really pretty, and the wind was blowing just enough, making them all chime softly.
I noticed a basket on the porch, and I heard kittens meowing inside. One peeked its head out, it was white, and irresistibly fluffy. Then an older lady came out, and sat down by the kittens, she gave them a bowl of milk.
While walking by, I saw the older lady get up and move the basket around, when she did, I saw a sign that said “Free Kittens” I couldn’t resist. I walked up to her porch.
“Aw they’re so adorable.” I told her.
“Yes, they are.” she smiled.
“My name is Molly.”
I introduced myself.
“Well nice to meet you.”
She shook my hand and adjusted her glasses.
“I’m the cat lady.”
She giggled, apparently it sounded funny to her too.
“Cat lady?” I repeated giggling.
I thought it was weird that she would call herself cat lady. Clearly, she had a lot of cats. I could see cats running around in her house. I saw at least six, so far from her oversized living room window.
“Yes, I started out with one, then two, and well the rest is a blur. Mostly strays, and some that were going to be put down, I rescued them. I love em all.”
“Wow that’s pretty awesome.”
“I’m in my late sixties, and I’ve turned into the cat lady. I always thought I’d be traveling with my husband, but he left me, when I hit middle age, and not cute anymore.” she frowned.
“I’m sorry.”
I felt bad, and strange that she was telling me her personal information.
“No don’t feel sorry for me honey, these kitties make me happy. I feel needed, and loved. I know some people in this dang neighborhood think I’m crazy. I don’t care what they think. I don’t even care if they call me the cat lady.
As long as they don’t say mean things about me. Or worse, say I’m crazy. I’m a lot of things, but crazy, is definitely not one of them. Some say I eat cat food, because I can’t afford people food. They say I drink milk out of a bowl. And I’ve also heard them say I speak cat.”
“Why would they say such awful mean things.” I demanded.
“I don’t know, they just don’t understand why I have so many gosh dang cats, so they make fun of me.”
“I’m sorry your neighbors are Dicks.”
“What honey?”
Her eyes squinted.
“Nothing I just said I’m sorry.”
“I’m okay, I’m more concerned about these poor kitties needing a home. My house is full. I’m sure none of these heffers around here will give them a home.”
“Heffers?”
“That’s old school red neck talk, for what you youngins today might call bitches.”
“Ah okay.”
This old lady is cute as hell. Sadly, she might be crazy as hell too. I liked her though.
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Powder Puff
Historia CortaEighteen year old Molly and Stephanie move into their first apartment together. And they become the proud owners of an adorable little kitty. What could possibly happen. Everything! When their new kitty Powder Puff demonstrates her very unique perso...