Ok so for my Creative writting class we have to write a 10 page story for our final. Well I decided I am going to write about a "crazy cat lady" lol except she isnt the typical "stereotype" and she spends the whole story trying to dismiss herself as such. The idea came to mind when my friends told me i am going to be a crazy cat lady when i grew up lol
A cat lady, yes, but hopefully not crazy!! So i have the first page and a half, i was wondering if you could read it and tell me what you feel. Also I need a catchy name, it is currently "The Crazy Cat Lady", but i need something better if you have any suggestions. I am trying to make this story funny
The Crazy Cat Lady
\tEvery city, town, has a resident cat lady. Visual images come to oneâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s mind. First off they are always a female with wrinkles so prominent youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]d think it was the Grand Canyon. Her gray hair pinned up the same way every day with traces of moldy cat food clinging to it like a bug stuck in a cob web. A psych ward was beyond an answer to her “troublesâ€. Those pajamas she bought at the flea market because there were cats on it, like the vendorâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s cats were literately lying on the pajamas! They are worn to bed and to the store. And no those green blotches on the shirt, did not come in the original print.
\tThe smell of her house was of cats, tuna, rotting fish, feces; mold was enough to make you gag. Her diet was often canned cat food because she spent all her retired funds on the cats, that she didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t have enough to feed herself. And last but not least, she is always single.
\tBut Myscha swears that those “stereotypes†do not fit her.
\t“No, they do not fit, no sir they do not! Yes I do have 23 cats, but I am only 23 years old, one cat for every year.â€
\tThe first sign of “Cat Lady Syndrome†is denying you have it and explaining yourself over and over again.
\t“What exactly is your job again Miss…†Before the “doctor†could finish, she was interrupted.
\t“Myscha, just call me Myscha. I mean, I am a successful Museum Curator with a special interest in Archeology. If I could choose any time period to live in, it would be the Ancient Egyptian times because cats were sacred beings. I change my hairdo every day, sometimes twice a day. I have hundreds of different clothes and have at least 30 pairs of pajamas that have never seen the world past my front gate. I bought this very special cream that will prevent my skin from ever wrinkling. My house is cleaned every day and I eat gourmet meals three times a day. So you see, Dr. Veranda, I am not crazy and I am not lonely. Who could be lonely with 23 cats?†she laughed so hard, she about fell of the chair.
\tThe doctor, knowing all too well, of these “casesâ€, raised her eyebrow in response.
\tMyscha knew she was not crazy and the fact that her boss made her go to these “sessions†because of her fascination of mummified cats made her want to cat scratch attack her.
\t“Do you feel it…may…not be normal to use the Museumâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s contact list to find a person who specializes in mummifying in Egypt to mummify your dead cat?†As she said this you could tell she had a hard time keeping a straight face.
\t“Of course it is normal, it is a respectful way to treat your beloved, sacred friend and I do not appreciate your mocking tone, Mrs. Wannabe doctor.â€
The Crazy Cat Lady
\tEvery city, town, has a resident cat lady. Visual images come to oneâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s mind. First off they are always a female with wrinkles so prominent youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]d think it was the Grand Canyon. Her gray hair pinned up the same way every day with traces of moldy cat food clinging to it like a bug stuck in a cob web. A psych ward was beyond an answer to her “troublesâ€. Those pajamas she bought at the flea market because there were cats on it, like the vendorâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s cats were literately lying on the pajamas! They are worn to bed and to the store. And no those green blotches on the shirt, did not come in the original print.
\tThe smell of her house was of cats, tuna, rotting fish, feces; mold was enough to make you gag. Her diet was often canned cat food because she spent all her retired funds on the cats, that she didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t have enough to feed herself. And last but not least, she is always single.
\tBut Myscha swears that those “stereotypes†do not fit her.
\t“No, they do not fit, no sir they do not! Yes I do have 23 cats, but I am only 23 years old, one cat for every year.â€
\tThe first sign of “Cat Lady Syndrome†is denying you have it and explaining yourself over and over again.
\t“What exactly is your job again Miss…†Before the “doctor†could finish, she was interrupted.
\t“Myscha, just call me Myscha. I mean, I am a successful Museum Curator with a special interest in Archeology. If I could choose any time period to live in, it would be the Ancient Egyptian times because cats were sacred beings. I change my hairdo every day, sometimes twice a day. I have hundreds of different clothes and have at least 30 pairs of pajamas that have never seen the world past my front gate. I bought this very special cream that will prevent my skin from ever wrinkling. My house is cleaned every day and I eat gourmet meals three times a day. So you see, Dr. Veranda, I am not crazy and I am not lonely. Who could be lonely with 23 cats?†she laughed so hard, she about fell of the chair.
\tThe doctor, knowing all too well, of these “casesâ€, raised her eyebrow in response.
\tMyscha knew she was not crazy and the fact that her boss made her go to these “sessions†because of her fascination of mummified cats made her want to cat scratch attack her.
\t“Do you feel it…may…not be normal to use the Museumâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s contact list to find a person who specializes in mummifying in Egypt to mummify your dead cat?†As she said this you could tell she had a hard time keeping a straight face.
\t“Of course it is normal, it is a respectful way to treat your beloved, sacred friend and I do not appreciate your mocking tone, Mrs. Wannabe doctor.â€