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Her hair is so soft and touchable. When she talks to me, it seems to calm me where I know there is mutual comfort. When I hold her in the way the book recommends, I know she is comfortable where she just melds into me and she rests there. Even though she is beautiful and lovable, she does have some annoying habits.
I’ve rolled out my practice keyboard, and I began to practice, a certain raven-haired beauty decided to attack my fingers. That can be fun, but since I can only hear the notes the practice keyboard makes, having her press they keys makes me wonder if the poor note was caused by her or me.
I never thought my life would change so much in the last thirty-three days. It has been a very expensive month indeed—
13 Galleons for a new robe on my birthday, 8 Galleons for her bath and litter box and food, another 10 for a book on cat care and a carpet covered tree to sharpen her claws so she can be up high. So roughly, a third of a month’s salary on the raven-haired one, I’d spend the amount again if she actually used any of them but the litter box and food bowls with any regularity.
The book recommended that you place the bum of a cat on a firm surface then the front paws up in the air for the best comfort of the animal. When I first took her home, she was small enough where I can do it just in my hand.
Over the last month, she has grown to where her backside is in the middle of my arm. When she decides to stretch out, she is a cubit long. The tips of her back feet touch the crook of my elbow and her front feet dangle off the end of my middle finger.
Now she insists on sleeping there most of the time while I’m sitting up.
I take her and put her on the cat tree, but that doesn’t work. She hops down and jumps into my lap. Using her claws she climbs my chest and holds on waiting on my arm’s support. I put her down and activate her toys with my wand, but if I’m not controlling them, she’d climb my chest and want to cuddle still.
It looks like I might have to use a dictation quill again. I can’t hold a book open to read, take notes and hold my mistress at the same time.
I just wonder when the time comes and the three of us meet, will my mistress be willing to share my affections with my girlfriend?
I’ve rolled out my practice keyboard, and I began to practice, a certain raven-haired beauty decided to attack my fingers. That can be fun, but since I can only hear the notes the practice keyboard makes, having her press they keys makes me wonder if the poor note was caused by her or me.
I never thought my life would change so much in the last thirty-three days. It has been a very expensive month indeed—
13 Galleons for a new robe on my birthday, 8 Galleons for her bath and litter box and food, another 10 for a book on cat care and a carpet covered tree to sharpen her claws so she can be up high. So roughly, a third of a month’s salary on the raven-haired one, I’d spend the amount again if she actually used any of them but the litter box and food bowls with any regularity.
The book recommended that you place the bum of a cat on a firm surface then the front paws up in the air for the best comfort of the animal. When I first took her home, she was small enough where I can do it just in my hand.
Over the last month, she has grown to where her backside is in the middle of my arm. When she decides to stretch out, she is a cubit long. The tips of her back feet touch the crook of my elbow and her front feet dangle off the end of my middle finger.
Now she insists on sleeping there most of the time while I’m sitting up.
I take her and put her on the cat tree, but that doesn’t work. She hops down and jumps into my lap. Using her claws she climbs my chest and holds on waiting on my arm’s support. I put her down and activate her toys with my wand, but if I’m not controlling them, she’d climb my chest and want to cuddle still.
It looks like I might have to use a dictation quill again. I can’t hold a book open to read, take notes and hold my mistress at the same time.
I just wonder when the time comes and the three of us meet, will my mistress be willing to share my affections with my girlfriend?
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