Owning a cat

Haven't been quite myself lately, and I'm about ready to attribute it to our recent acquisition of a chatty little cat named Como.

For years, I've been emphatically anti-cat. And I think it's because I feared this exact thing would happen. I suddenly feel frumpy. I feel it deeply, like I've made an identity choice that cannot be reversed.

Marriage did not make me feel this way (much). Neither did the hamster (which just made me feel quirky). But the cat. I feel like owning a cat is the nail in the coffin of ordinary. Midwestern. Dowdy. Homebody. Frumpy.

Has the cat actually impacted my lifestyle at all? Not really. I spend a little more time cleaning than I used to, but I'll consider that a positive thing. More hair removal = more dust removal = win.

But something just feels akimbo.

Hopefully this will be a passing thing, and I will soon realize that it is possible to be the person I want to be... and also own a cat. Either that, or I'll inevitably accept my fate as a deranged cat lady and proceed with life accordingly.

Anyone else have this problem?