I am the luckiest Kitten in the whole world.  Because I am loved. Cherished. Appreciated. Respected. Cared for.  Sometimes these things are overwhelming.  I don't know if I ever told you this story. I probably have, but I think you'll appreciate reading it again. And it deserves to be emboldened in print anyway.  We started dating and I liked you. I liked you so much the first night. Your smell and your voice and your body. It was so intoxicating.  I started to wonder after those first few weeks how I would detox from the drug that was you if you were to decide you didn't want me anymore. I got scared. I didn't want this thing to go away.  You had me over for dinner that week. The week of my fear.  I had made this casual comment (okay it wasn't casual it was loud and passionate) about how much I liked your bathroom Duck (Her Majesty). You said I couldn't have it. I insisted I should.  Funny because that's not like me usually. Especially with stran...

I don't love being an adult.  I don't do it all that often.  Daddy says I don't have to be a big girl if I don't want to be..and most of the time I like to live in a blissful pink haze where Daddy is nice and takes care of me and I have no thoughts about anything grown up.  Daddy and I were supposed to have an amazing date yesterday. I had waited for it for awhile. We were gonna play a special game.  But then I had to make a decision.  Because lots of grown up things are happening in the world right now.  There's a special cause the world is rallying for right now. One that is very close and special to me and Daddy.  So I cancelled our date to go be a big girl for a little while. I think Daddy is proud of me. I'm proud of myself.  But now I miss him. So much. Sometimes so much it's hard to breathe.