I'm on the First of 12 Steps

So, I'm admitting to something here because I'm committed to this whole web log as therapy concept. Here goes nothing . . .

I talk to myself. I do it pretty often, too. It started because I live alone with two cats. Honestly, you can't just not speak for several hours at a time, so I talk to the cats. They don't answer.

Being an only child, I've certainly had plenty of me time throughout my life. So, if I'm being totally honest, I have to say that this is probably more of a long term thing than a recent development.

I'm not hurting anyone, and the cat's aren't about to rat me out. I'm too good to them. But, here's the reason I'm bringing this up now. I've found myself chatting with myself in public.

Okay, that's not exactly accurate. I don't have two sided conversations. That would be truly crazy. But, I do say things out loud with no concern for the fact that I have no cats around to use as an excuse.

I did this in the grocery store a couple days ago. It was late at night, so I was in the clear.

Anyway, I have a solution to the problem. I'm just going to become one of those women with a tiny dog in a bag that she takes every where she goes. Sure, I'm not rich and I won't be taking my pet to places like Neiman Marcus or Nordstrom. And yes, we may be thrown out of Target and Kroger because they just don't have to cater to clientele in my income bracket.

But, I can say this. I'll have a cat in a bag on my arm that I can complain to on my way out to the car.