Here's how this works: I "spin" the wheel on my camera roll, so to speak. And blindly select a random picture when it stops.
Some days I have no interest in human people. don't get me wrong, I love the idea of people. I love the reality of some people. But whenever I crack open my iPad, watch YouTube, read the headlines, or attempt to navigate a Customer Service encounter, I find myself compelled to crawl under my blankie and hide.
But I always have time for cats. My cats. Other people's cats. Feral, wild, or stray. Bring. Them. On.
If left unchecked, I suspect I'd have at lest 72 cats. I'd be on the news. People would complain. Call the authorities. Possibly find my half eaten corpse one day. And do you know what's even creepier than that? I don't think I'd mind. I'm terrified to die but the thought of being a hearty meal for adorable felines brings me comfort. At least I'd be helping my furry little friends.
In case you haven't yet guessed, I love cats. No. Wait... I LOVE cats. There's not a word that begins to describe the depth and enthusiasm with which I adore these little land sharks. Some people are extroverts, some are introverts. I'm pretty sure I'm a catrovert.
And so it's hardly surpring that when I choose random photos from my archives, cats come up.
This is my hand and the paws of Cassiopeia. Cassie for short. Cassafras, crazy pants, thing 2, little muggle, and countless other goofy nicknames. And on the days when I just cannot muster the will to be with the human people, she is one of my cat people companions. And I couldn't imagine wanting it any other way.