There is a fear amongst single people of dying alone. That’s why I have cats. But, I try not to be the epitome of the single-cat-loving-woman, so I have kept my cat quota to two. There were times I wanted more, but to keep the stereotype at bay, I decided against the third feline.
We’ve all heard the pathetically sad news stories of single women being found alone and dead in their apartment after days of no one knowing. Alone except for being surrounded by hundreds of hungry cats just days away from eating their dead flesh.
I really don’t want to be that news story.
I kept denying their claims until late one night. It was cold so I burrowed way down inside my sleeping bag. As I opened my mouth to breathe I noticed there was a motocross race going on inside me. The sound of revving engines and squeaky brakes coming from my lungs was hard to ignore.