I don’t think I tease Daddy quite as much as I should.
Maybe I should remedy that.
kitty
Last night, Sir and I rocked our couple’s costume.
Except I’m going to another party tonight by my lonesome. And I was hung up on what the hell I could wear until I realized just how much kitten shit I have.
Except, you know.
Clothes.
My friends in college had a kitty they trained to go out on walks on a leash.
So clearly I can be trained, too.
This is me, according to my Daddy.
Poor little hungry kitty.
I know this blog has become a place for the pouties lately, and I apologize.
So, here’s some good stuff:
- I got hired for that second job that I interviewed for. And I was so sure I wasn’t going to get it and it’s going to look fucking amazing on my résumé so huzzah. Both that and the other one are fairly low time commitments so I’m keeping both for now. So mama’s got this and she is GAINFULLY EMPLOYED.
- I’m going to a party tonight with my cohort, who I really like thus far. They’re really cool people.
- I’m starting to get to a place where I can write about all the sexy stuff I did with Sir while he moved me in and actually be sexy about it. So keep on the lookout.
<3, Ivy
Kitty Cat Space Captain
I find strands of my girl’s hair when I unpack my blankets from storage, little golden threads against the navy fleece, hidden from the sunlight for months. It makes me miss the way our bodies fit together so perfectly when we spoon.
Ugh, it is too early for feels.
Image submitted by herdirtylittleheart.
So, I had my first day of classes and now I’m kind of exhausted.
Meow.
I got to be a kitty yesterday for Sir: ears and tail and all.