Ok, so... there’s this certain stigma that goes along with being a single woman, growing older, and owning a cat (or seventeen. but who’s counting?). Anyway... I say, fuck that. I would rather be the crazy old cat lady in the neighborhood than the local MILF, or the barfly who’s on her 8th husband, or just plain bitter because I felt I had to conform to the 'social norms' of the spouse-house-and kid thing. So, because of this I proudly post a drawing of my cat, Stacy. I'd post a photo if I had one... but I don’t at the moment. I don't have 100's of photos of my kitty lying around the house. I’m not a nut that visits sears portrait studios once a year shots of “us” to send as holiday cards. What do you think I am?! Some crazy old cat lady??