YOU GUYS. There is woman, in my neighborhood, who drives around and feeds the wild cats. SHE IS LIKE ME, ONLY MORE DEDICATED, AND ALSO OLDER. She is, potentially, my future. She is Old Snow White.
I haven’t actually seen her, not really. But I’ve heard her. There have been a few days in the past few weeks when I’ve been sitting outside, on my back deck, and I’ve heard a car pull up in the alley and then I’ve heard her get out and then she calls to the kitties, like Snow White does, and she leaves out food for them and she is, basically, my new favorite person, even though I don’t know her and I’ve only caught glimpses of her through my fence.
I actually heard about her from a friend of a friend who lives in the neighborhood who asked if I was the crazy cat lady. I got really excited about that. I didn’t think I was, but I definitely didn’t mind the prospect, and then the friend of a friend asked if I left the notes, and I didn’t, but it turns out the crazy cat lady, who I’m assuming is Old Snow White, left notes on a bunch of houses because some shitfuck was going around shooting stray kitties and she was demanding they don’t.
She’s my hero, this Snow White cat lady. I want to be friends with her, but I don’t know how because I’m crazy awkward and it just seems weird to pop over the fence and be like, HEY, LADY WHO IS FEEDING THE CATS!!!! I FEED CATS!!! LET’S BE BESTIES!!!
I mean, that’s not gonna work.
Also though, I’m a little pissed at the kitties, because they’re definitely running a whole racket on me and this other Snow White. I’m sure some of the kitties she feeds in the back alley are cats that I feed in the front, most definitely one stinkin’ Baby Cat, who still has the gall to chase other wild cats from my porch and meow-yell at me whenever he’s around, demanding breakfast and lunch and dinner, as if I exist solely to feed his precious cat face. It’s like he doesn’t even know how busy I am.
Cats are assholes, no matter how much I love and adore them.