You're a Cat person...when

You know when you are a cat person when you...

You snap your fingers and pat the sofa beside you to invite your guests to sit down.

You have the cat meow on the outgoing message of the answering machine.

You consider cat hair in your food as extra fiber.

Nobody's feet are allowed on the furniture, but your cats are welcome to sleep on any piece they so choose.

You spend more money on toys for your cats than on the kids or grandkids.

You chose a house to buy based on it having a good location for the cat box.

You sleep on one edge of the bed because the cat is sleeping in the middle looking soooo cute!

You refer to going to the bathroom as "using the litterbox."

You plan your vacation around the cat show schedule.

You apologize when you step on a fuzzy cat toy in the dark.

You have a set of towels with "his" "hers" and "kitty's."

You refer to your cat as your furry child.

You never go to the door unless it's to let a cat out.

Vaccination and licensing records for all your cats are in perfect order, but your checkbook hasn't been balanced in months, and last year's tax records are nowhere to be found

You own 17 varieties of kitty-nail-clippers.

You call home and leave a message on the answering machine for your cat.

You bore the neighbors with discussions on the exact nutritional differences between cat foods.

You are lost for conversation with non-cat people.

You meow so well, you confuse the cats.

All kinds of things around the house are in need of repair, but the injured.
cat you rescued by the side of the road requires immediate surgery and out
comes the checkbook.

All of your charitable donations go to cat-related and humane society
groups.

You accidentally put your child's dinner plate on the floor.

Your parents wind up with a four-footed, furry "grandchild."

All of your clothes have cat hair on them, even when they come back from the
laundromat or dry cleaners.

90 percent of your Internet connection time goes to the cats (seeing what's
new when you enter your cat's breed into the browser, reading cat newsgroups, viewing photos, sounds and faqs, etc.).

You and kitty have matching outfits.

You accidentally call your spouse by your cat's name!

All dates must pass your cat's inspection.

Any conversation you're having is effortlessly directed back to the topic of
cats.

All of your furniture came to you second hand or via curbside discard, but
your cat furniture is top of the line.

All your social activities revolve around other cat people Your voice is
recognized by your vet's receptionist

Anyone can look at your (pick all that apply) --- T-shirt - sweatshirt -
coffee mug - keychain - beach towel - cooking apron - couch throw - tote
bag - computer screen saver/wallpaper/mousepad/wristpad/monitor frame - gift wrapping paper - photographic displays - calendars - refrigerator magnets -
weather vane - door mat - bumper stickers - umbrella - Christmas sweater -
socks - embroidery project - child's collection of stuffed animals - sheets
and bedspread - checks - checkbook covers - throw pillows - Home Pages ---
and know immediately that you are a cat lover, AND probably what particular
breed you favor.

Books and movies are ruined for you if the cat references are incorrect.

Cut your vacations to 3 day weekends only.

At least three of your five weeks vacation are scheduled around grooming,
vaccinations and dental cleaning for the cats!

If you are cold, you put a sweater on your cat.

You are on an email list with other cat people and each
one of them feels like more than family.

More than half your grocery money goes to cat food and treats

On your 1040 form all your charitable donations are to Humane Societies,
Shelters and Rescue groups.

Call long distance and talk with your cat.

Kiss your cat more than 10 times per greeting.

One of your vet files is labeled "Other"

Onlookers grimace at the sight of you sharing your sandwich with your cat, bite for bite.

Order 250 Xmas photos of just the cat, no family in photos.

Order 5x7 photos of the kids and order 16x20 pictures of your cat.

Overnight guests (who share your bed) are offended by having to sleep with
you and the cat(s)

Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.

You get birthday cards for each of your cats from family, friends, and the vet.

Complete strangers call you on the phone to ask questions because they heard you were a" cat person"

Every gift you ever get has something to do with cats.

The family's eye doctor is located in town, but the cat's ophthalmologist is
located a two-hour drive away.

The first question you ask when on a date is: "So, do you like animals?"

The instructions to the cat kennel/sitter are longer than the instructions to the house sitter.

The most exciting times on vacations, no matter where in the world you go, is when you get to pet a cat (a "feline fix").

The only (or at least first) forum you log onto is the animal forum.

The highlight of your day is spending time with your cat.

The part of your will dealing with your cats is longer than any other part.

The only thing your friends, colleagues, and passing acquaintances say to you when they see you is, "How are the cats?" or "How many cats do you have
now?"

The guardians of your cats will receive a larger amount of insurance policy money than will all other members of your family, combined.

The whereabouts of all your important legal and personal documents escapes you, yet you know precisely where to locate the file that includes all the vet records.

Lint wheels are on your shopping list every week.

Most of your vacation pictures are of cats around the world.

The thought of changing a baby's diaper makes you swoon, but you can pick up cat poop barehanded, if necessary, without batting an eye.

You and the cat come down with something like flu on the same day. Your cat sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the drugstore.

The largest display of collectibles in the house is cat stuff -- plates, photos, cards, etc.

You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because your cat is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.

While proudly showing off your family album, your guest asks, "Isn't there anyone else in your family besides the cat?"

You believe every cat is a lap cat.

You believe it is your duty to talk to, pat, and even feed every cat in the neighborhood. You know their names.

Most of your social life is with other cat people.

Relative solidity of cat excrement is a suitable topic for discussion in mixed company.

You and your family haven't had your annual check up in two years, but the cats are all medically up to date.

You buy premium quality cat kibble for your cat, but live on take-out, frozen pizza, and blue-box macaroni and cheese yourself.

No matter how large your bed is, it is not large enough for you and your
cat(s).

When you need someone to talk to, your cat is your first choice.

You are unbelievably pleased to receive a cat item (any cat item) as a gift --especially from a "non-cat" friend. (They really cared even if it's
not your breed.)

You can only remember people by associating them with their cat

You can't fully enjoy yourself without your cat.

You change jobs so you can spend more time with the cats.

You don't go to happy hours with co-workers any more because you need to go home and see your cat.

You don't mind it when you find cat hair in the sink, tub, embedded in the carpet or your clothes, or mixed in your food. (Take an extra point if you
don't bother trying to remove the hair from your food).

You don't think twice about sitting on the floor because both the couch and the chair are completely cat full.

You hang around the cat section of your local bookstore.

You hate posing for pictures unless you're with your cat.

You have extra cat collars on the walls, grooming tools on the
TV and sofa, cat beds strewn across all flat surfaces, kibble crud around
the base of your cabinets, chew toys everywhere, cat-fur dust rhinos
skidding across the carpet, and a long line of drips from the water bowl
to the living room across the hardwood floors--and you don't care. (Bonus
if you have important company coming and you ignore all the housekeeping in order to groom the cats before company arrives.)

You have three Home Pages -- all of them dealing with your cats, your friends' cats, your cats' friends, etc.

You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your cat gets thirsty at night (after all, her other dish is way down on the first
floor).

You lecture people on responsible cat ownership

You like people who like your cat. You despise people who don't.

You meet other people with cats, and remember their cat's call name after 30 seconds, but don't get the owner's name until you've met them 2 or 3
times. Last names take 3-4 meetings unless you've heard about the people from other cat people first.

You give your cat your last name.

You never think about how much money you spend on the cats (or how much debt you could reduce by not having them around).

You put an extra blanket on the bed so your cat can be comfortable.

You send out especially-made holiday cards that feature you and the cats

You shovel a zig-zag path in the back yard snow so your cat can reach all her favorite spots

You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your cat.

You spend more time on the computer dealing with "cat stuff" than "other stuff"

You'll buy anything with your cat's breed on it.

Your "Welcome" sign has a cat on it.

Your desk proudly displays your cat family

Your cat decides he doesn't like someone and you tend to agree

Your cat does something wonderfully cute, and you call your friends to tell
them about it. (Bonus: The call is long distance, to a non-cat person, and
you keep them on the line for more than 2 hours.)

Your cat sleeps with you.

Your personal library is heavy on cat books.

You sleep in the same position all night because it annoys your cats when you move.

You have more than four opened but rejected cans of cat food in the refrigerator.

You stand at the open door indefinitely in the freezing rain while your cat sniffs the door, deciding whether to go out or come in.

You give your cat presents and a stocking at Christmas.

You put off making the bed until the cat gets up.