Crazy Cat Lady

​And just like that, I've become that which I so greatly feared: a middle aged, empty nester who displaces all her pent up maternal energy on a small feline. I've sensed the shift for months, ignoring it as I strolled through Petco, husband in tow, searching for a replacement kitty water fountain. "He needs new toys..." and we exited with more than one....Alas, it gelled this morning - well before dawn when I, inert and dreaming sensed a presence. A dark figure mere inches from my face. A sentient ebony blot - studying me for some dark purpose...A grapple ensued. Purrs and incantations flung across the void....
Okay, I woke up to find Flynt, our resident "voidling", awkwardly perched on my shoulder. And rather than launching him into the next time zone, I grabbed him, mauling him until he purred. Had it been the husband awakening me - there would have been cursing and possible bloodletting. But the cat? So much awkward cuddling. He probably wanted to be let out, or fed - but he got scritches.
Does this make me a crazy cat lady?