~ You have a Cockney accent.
~ You think that “CATS fanfic” should be a category of literature.
~ You start sleeping curled up in a ball.
~ You use a litter box.
~ You can rattle off the entire cast and crew of any CATS production on command.
~ During a fight, you hiss and scratch instead of punching.
~ Your dog chases you.
~ You travel to London and start exploring junkyards.
~ Every day, you dress in a full cat costume.
~ For Halloween, you go trick-or-treating as a human.
~ Your third name is your online user password.
~ Your second name is your screen name.
~ Every year, you beg your music teacher to do CATS for the musical.
~ When they say no, you stage your own single-person performance with you as cast, crew, director, choreographer, costume designer, and make-up artist.
~ You can pull this off.
~ You add all Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Munkustrap, all the other names of cats, Jellicle, Heaviside, etc. to your computer’s spell check.
~ One morning, you wake up and realize you have a tail.
~ When your school does “My Fair Lady” for a musical, you don’t even have to practice your Eliza Doolittle Cockney for auditions.
~ Instead of the normal mascara, eyeliner, etc., your makeup kit is composed entirely of greasepaint.