a:1:{s:5:"entry";a:1:{i:0;a:13:{s:2:"id";s:7:"9432090";s:4:"hash";s:32:"b2025494035da6be9238b3d9f9aaa493";s:11:"requestHash";s:9:"tamaranna";s:10:"profileUrl";s:29:"http://gravatar.com/tamaranna";s:17:"preferredUsername";s:9:"tamaranna";s:12:"thumbnailUrl";s:61:"http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/b2025494035da6be9238b3d9f9aaa493";s:6:"photos";a:1:{i:0;a:2:{s:5:"value";s:61:"http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/b2025494035da6be9238b3d9f9aaa493";s:4:"type";s:9:"thumbnail";}}s:4:"name";a:3:{s:9:"givenName";s:5:"Tamar";s:10:"familyName";s:9:"Arslanian";s:9:"formatted";s:15:"Tamar Arslanian";}s:11:"displayName";s:10:"I HAVE CAT";s:7:"aboutMe";s:599:"I am a single female Manhattanite, and I Have Cat (s).

I refuse to fall prey to the “Cat Lady” stereotype. I wear my cat-hair-free black clothing like a badge of honor. If you passed me on the street you would never know.

Having a cat is not exactly a dirty little secret. But still. People talk.

People shake their heads and warn that I will never again have good furniture or a man.

Is it true that a 4-legged ball of dander can take down a life so easily?

I’ve set out to discover the truth.  About myself, my feline attachment, and the dog-eat-dog city against which it all goes down.";s:15:"currentLocation";s:12:"New York, NY";s:6:"emails";a:1:{i:0;a:2:{s:7:"primary";s:4:"true";s:5:"value";s:18:"ihavecat@gmail.com";}}s:4:"urls";a:0:{}}}}