I've
been working out of a friend's office space lately, which is located in
the lovely SoHo section of lower Manhattan. While this provides many
great opportunities, including being blocks from Nerve HQ should I
decide I want to play pool while I eat free bagels, and being
deliciously nestled in between Chinatown and Little Italy, it has one
serious drawback: it's next door to a pet store—with kittens in the
window.
Yesterday, one window had one calico kitten in it,
another had three. I felt a little sorry for the kitten that was alone,
though it was making its own fun. Then, all of a sudden, I felt bad for
my cat, sitting at home all alone while I'm working in cush office
space and eating noodle soup for lunch. It made me think that when my
cat kicks the litter box, I'll probably get two, so they can keep each
other company. Hell, I'd probably get a second now if my roommate
weren't so opposed to the idea of two cats scratching up her vintage
couch.
But considering the only things in life I've ever been
able to commit to are tattoos and my cat, I'm well on my way to
becoming the crazy cat lady. Recognizing this at a young age, I've
devised a plan that will hopefully lead me down a healthier social
path. So, ladies and gentlemen, here you have it: Scanner Emily's Top
10 Ways to Avoid Becoming The Crazy Cat Lady.
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