It was something else...entirely

I spent something like forty-five minutes today talking to a crazy cat lady in training.

She lives down the street, she's my neighbor's niece, she's in sixth grade, she writes, she draws, she makes movies, and she really like cats.

Really. A lot. A whole lot.

To the point that her cat calls are incredibly realistic and she effectively calls male cats by imitating a female cat in heat.

It was a fascinating discussion, one that I do not look forward to repeating any time soon because I can only handle so much of...whatever that was...at one time.

To be fair, she is a nice girl. Friendly and all that. Smart. Maybe a little lonely.

Just...the repeated cat calls during the conversation were just a little bit weird.

She's not going to wait until middle age before she starts collecting them. I can feel it.