I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that I'm turning into (or perhaps have already become) a crazy cat lady. Last night on the walk home from dinner we sat down in the middle of the city streets to befriend the loveliest Siamese. However, instead of grubby newspapers accumulating around me, threatening to topple over and drown me in outdated news, I have found myself the owner of the most ridiculous collection of fashion magazines, that I've been slowly trying to whittle down (in an attempt to curtail the Crazy Cat Lady Thing). I feel I'm fighting a losing battle.
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