The Cat Lady Sings

This Here Lady started living life. Life drastically changed course, and now she must go through life sans social lubricant, like a pioneer in the field of awesome. She is a mighty utilizer of euphemisms and suffers from severe urges to exaggerate. One day she may recover, but until that day, this blog must serve as the amphitheater for her hair-brained thoughts. From the wild and untamed beaches of Los Angeles, along with her cat, Natalie the Singingfool torments her brilliant left-brained husband and his dog with her crazy artistic and literary schemes. Right now she works in the death industry oddly aptly enough, but at night she writes fantastical stories and paints pictures of all kinds. When she thinks no one is listening, she might play the piano, but she will only sing the harmonies. She first conceived of this blog while still in grad school, then got cold feet when life dictated she must write a thesis, plan a wedding, continue to work full time, and still squeeze in her final classes – all w