Not sure why women seem to be synonymous with cats.  Maybe its the whole Cougar thing? Or the fact that single woman love to surround themselves with felines, the whole cat lady stereotype.  Personally, I think it may be because felines and women are the only two species that will both without warning and repeatedly turn on those most supportive.  Think about it.  You never hear of anyone or anything else biting the hand that feeds, do you?

Ironically, I’ve found the Lovely Old Lady (LOL) to be more like a dog, a snoop dog that is.  Women are very concerned with anything that is going on around them regardless of whether or not it effects them.   It goes beyond curiosity. Also they are generationally immune to the least bit of guilt.  Let me give you an example.  ”Honey, do you have any quarter’s in your purse?”  ”Why dear you have $38.21 in loose change on your dresser including 18 quarters.”  Living with a woman is like being physically and mentally stripped searched constantly.  And no cavity goes untouched.

Guys aren’t real good at hiding things to begin with, but if you live with a woman what difference does it make?  Had a friend who hid something in his desk drawer.  Yeah, I said to myself, his wife will never look there.  He was caught in less than 10 minutes of getting home.  ”What?” he said in disbelief. Like the item wasn’t his and had got in the drawer by immaculate drop off.  The universal guy response when getting caught red-handed.

Part of the reason women need to do this is so they can move anything that’s not in its proper place.  Hid something in the medicine cabinet.  Came back the next morning.  Was like I had climbed Everest; vanished into thin air.  As I get older my not so good memory, the LOL’s snoop doggedness, and secrets become more problematic.  She constantly accuses me of “misremembering”.  Further by accusing her of taking stuff I’m not supposed to have in the first place, I constantly inculpate myself.  When she asks why was I hiding it in the first place, I try the above mentioned, “What?”.

Nothing is too inconsequential.  Had a favorite shirt that the LOL hated.  Would wear it on special occasions, like going out alone.  Otherwise would hide it deep in the closet.  Recently was a headed to a concert and went looking for the shirt.  Turned around LOL said. “Looking for this?” As she ripped the red silk/satin button down into shreds.  It’s a game I now refer to as “Hide Your Outfit”.  That’s why all of my vintage rock t-shirts are now carefully stowed.

Funny, though with their concert approaching I asked the LOL if she’d seen my Black Crowes, 1992 European Tour shirt.  She calmly answered, “No dear, I don’t remember you ever having one.”  Figured probably got lost over the years between all the moves, 1992 was a long time ago.

Weird, though her son despite being half my age and living in California seems to have most of the same t-shirts.

KOKO