I Love Pussy

I wanted to take Pussy home, cover her in Nutella and do that licking off thing so that she purred and never became a stray cat. Alas, too late, my Pussy never came.

Now I'll just have to dream of Pussy from distant lands :-(

To explain a little more clearly, when I did some work for a language school I had to step outside to enjoy my nicoteine fuelled habit. There, sunning herself was Pussy - as I named her. Initially, I thought she was just passing but over the course of a few days I realised she actually lived there.

So, as is the norm for an all seeing, all knowing etc Goth, I had to enter Pussy World, to reach out and touch her. This I did through a supply of food and drink and a fair amount of stroking. In my Goth pockets, I always have some nibbles for Pussy and I make a point of passing her nest of choosing to distribute goodies every day that I can.

I wanted Pussy to come ... and live with me but decided it wasn't fair if I left her alone. So, the Nutella plan was abandoned and I must resign myself to visiting Pussy when I am passing.

It's hard, just thinking about leaving Pussy but if I can't give her my undivided attention she may be unhappy and unfulfilled. Thus I would break a major Goth rule - keep Pussy happy.

I know that I will always think about Pussy and if I close my eyes, see Pussy all around me.

a luego,
Pussy Loving S

LBoC -> "Offer a compliment. You'll find the good feelings that flow from it will be as much yours as the recipients" - go hug a tree and leave me alone!!

BBoM -> It is said that no word rhymes with orange - not true...orange does. Orange, orange, orange, banana oops fruit avalanche.