Bedroom blacked out to protect the (debatably) innocent.
tail
Filed under: really blushy, not entirely flattering photos I can only post when I have some booze in me.
I know my kitty tail is actually probably a foxy tail, but I love it regardless.
Sir was here for the weekend for the holiday. Some pretty crazy stuff happened that I promise I’ll (eventually) tell you about.
Strong hint: both he and Pup were in town this weekend.
Sir just left, but we made sure to get in some overdue pet play in before he headed out. I feel so fortunate to have spent so much of this summer with him, but I already miss him like crazy.
Psssst. Daddy.
Remember when we were discussing tail-friendly outfits?
Ummmm.
When I was a little girl, I was scared of being left out because I was scared of being forgotten.
Apparently, that stuck.
Camille Damage by Cameron Davis
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I got to be a kitty yesterday for Sir: ears and tail and all.
This kitty gets to be reunited with her tail during this visit. And she miiiight just have a new set of ears from her Daddy to match.
I miss my tail.
My second-favorite bunny.