Crazy cat ladies have become a version of the modern-day spinster. We think of these mentally-ill women as comical. They are mocked, as their predecessors were. Spinsters, witches, hags; undesirable women, unsuccessful in finding men to give their lives to, to share their lives with. These self-portraits explore my fear of becoming a crazy cat lady, of falling prey to predatory males (tomcats, big cat predators), and of becoming a predatory female or man-hunter. These works also knead out my anxieties about the inter-dependency of relationships, about feeling a need for someone, anyone.