making of a cat lady

Translation: Don't tell I am not suppose to.

Found this scribbled on the wall behind a poster in Beach's room.  I'm spending today de-cluttering, organizing, cleaning the wood floors, and moving furniture around preparing for tomorrow when I plan to finally get around to painting the room (been threatening for years!).  But as I started garbage bag in hand, laundry basket on the bed, donation box in the hall, and a broom in the corner I realized I am destroying some pretty great sociological evidence.  Not everyday one stumbles upon the clear roots of a crazy cat lady in the making.  Holy Shit Batman someone call Hoarders, Collections Gone Wrong, and maybe even Ghost Hunters.