Desperate Housecats

While doing some shopping this past weekend, I saw these two carved words sitting side by side on a clearance shelf and immediately began to laugh. Of course, this solicited some strange looks from my fellow shoppers in close proximity, but I just couldn’t help myself. Seriously, desperate housecats?!! My first thought was “I wonder if they live on Wiskeria Lane?”! My second thought was that I didn’t think I knew any desperate housecats.

I come from a family that has had or has a large collection of spoiled rotten housecats. They live in the lap of luxury with no demands other than tolerating some of the strange habits of the humans they live with! I don’t think any of them consider themselves desperate, with the possible exception of the drama queen Tarquin who resides in my house. Her desperation would stem from not being fed the instant a hunger pang hits!

But back to those two words, Desperate Housecats; don’t they just sound like a great title for a book? Maybe a tell-all about some famous person told from the perspective of their purebred Persians. How about a mystery that is solved by the lead detective’s scruffy old tom cat with the half chewed left ear? A cookbook with the latest recipes for cat treats. Maybe the title of my memoirs! Gets you thinking, doesn’t it?

xoxo