I always find myself in situations where people tell me that I am weird.
By now, I am immune to it. Being described that way since Grade School years can make one immune.
Last Halloween, I dressed up as a black cat. Not a Catwoman, but a black cat.
I love my tail so much that today, I have decided to wear it inside the house while I putter about.
Is this weird? I think this act is awfully normal for a cat person like me.