Crazy Cat Mom

I have reached the point in my life where I am willing and able to admit the sides of myself I may have previously been embarrassed to admit to.  If you know me in real life then you know I am kinda crazy and quirky.  But aren't we all?
If you follow me on social media or know me then you know I might sorta kinda be obsessed with Brutus, my cat.  Yes, I am a Crazy Cat Mom.  I would like to say I am just like every other pet owner, but I know the truth.  I'm crazy.
Lets look at a few examples of this craziness.
These two pictures?  I have DIED laughing over them many many times.  And I still do every time I see a glimpse of them.  I mean come on..sleeping with his eye open and then looking like he is missing an arm?  I DIE!!

Brutus and I have conversations.  I talk to him all the time.  While cooking dinner, when I leave the house or come home, when I am sad, when I am happy, and when I am bored.  I talk to Brutus all the time.
I give Brutus pretty much whatever he would like.  All he has to do is give me that look and then place his paws gently on my arm and he gets what he wants.  It's usually food.  Milk is his favorite.

Whenever I take Brutus to the vet I have one of two reactions: I laugh because he acts like a crazy man for no reason or I treat him like a momma's boy.  And hide him under the towels like this so that he feels safe.

Well I think that's enough sharing of my crazy cat mom status.  We all know I have now just shot down any chances of ever finding a boyfriend.  At least I have Brutus??