So what. My cats are hippies.

Look, people, if you have something to say about my cats, just say it.
Yeah, that's right, they drink loose leaf Chamommile tea. Okay? Big deal.

And, yes, they smell like incense and oils, but so what. No, they don't wear anti-perspirant.
Yeah, it's true. They shop at the co-op. They practice Wicca.
Get over it.

Really, I'm not that defensive about other people's perceptions of my cats, but it does strike me as funny that people are surprised when they discover that my cats drink hot tea and eat tofu. They like herbs and organic gardening. They've even acquired a preference for soymilk over cow's milk. Look, they're happy, okay?

And so what if my cats dress up in homemade wool sweaters from locally and humanely sheared sheep and hand-dyed wool in natural dyes? Jeez. Yeah, it's true. They go to folk festivals. Why, yes, they are war protesters. They like wearing Birks and cut-offs. No, they don't waste water by showering daily. No. And for the last time, of course they don't shave.

Maybe I'm projecting. But, for Goddess's Sake, they are happy. Jeez. They're hippies. So what.