Mistress is going out tonight. I'm thinking I'll have a fashion show for myself in front of the mirror with all those pretty summer bras she's got piled on the chair to store away.
They make my cat boobies look so darn cute. Of course, they make them look a whole lot bigger than they are too. But I like that. Makes me feel like I could hold my own as a character in a Who Killed Roger Rabbit remake. And why not? Why couldn't I do that? Anything is possible in the land of glitter.
But if I got famous, I would miss my Mistress's lap. She's very cozy, you know.
Even though she still hasn't come through on that promised catnip.
Come to think of it, I might just pee on those bras, once I get them all piled up nice and neat again.
Meow.
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