I love 'cat culture.'
Obsessed with it even.
But in the past I have made no attempt
to actually like the cats.
Or let them touch me.
But I think I'm melting.
During my last visit to San Diego
I let this one nap with me.
(Well I let him sleep on my bed for about 1 minute before I freaked out. But it was a genuine 60 seconds.)
And then when I was in Los Angeles last
I could not stop petting this one.
(Then I went and washed my hands twice before
touching anything else. A huge step for me.)
Basically I am doing everything I can (one baby step at a time) to be like Grace Coddington.
Or better yet, Karen Elson posing as Grace Coddington.
Look at those kitties' smashed faces! And I love her Gaelic frizzy hair and boxy silhouettes.
Yeah, I could get into real live cats if it means taking a step towards being like my girl-editor-crush.