Kittens and pornography…

Apparently if you want to get your blog read then it’s best to write about kittens or pornography. Well nothing else seems to be working so here’s a post about Luna my cat. So sorry if came here expecting pornography, but today is kitten day – assuming that at almost a year Luna still qualifies as a kitten.

Yes, Luna is almost a year old and has finally convinced us to get her her very own chair by the fire. Oh, she still likes the bed that fits to the radiator and the shopping bag she sometimes crawls into completely - just to get away from things - but on cold winter nights what could be better than falling asleep in front of a roaring log fire?

Some might say that we spoil her. Spoil her? No she’s not spoilt at all - although we do allow her certain freedoms, the odd indulgence. Well, what does it matter if she walks across the keyboard of my laptop making my words into a nosensezbgsr5ioamyzajskqklsu. After all, she sits on a chair at the dining table, patiently waiting for us to finish eating and we always save her a morsel or two, and when the candles are lit in the evening she’ll creep up on a flame and try to catch it with her paw. She doesn’t seem to be bothered by the singe of her fur. Other times she’ll swipe you with her claws from the stairs just for fun or run up your leg piercing flesh with claws. All in fun you understand.

Cats are so catlike. I sometimes wish I were one; although I don’t like the idea of pooing in the neighbour’s garden or washing myself with my tongue. But, oh for the life of a cared for cat - food on demand, strokes when wanted, sleeps whenever, and curtains to run up when the mood takes hold. No worries, just dreams of mice and lots of purring (not snoring). Yes, the life of a cared for cat. Milk in the dish, treats for nothing, kisses whenever, and hallways to race along when the mood takes hold. No concerns, just dreams of butterflies and cream.

See, better than sex; pornography tomorrow maybe - promise.