Today was interesting. Usually when I come home I lay down for a few minutes, and allow the aching in my back to subside. Instead of my usual routine, I came home grabbed C and The Kidd, and drove all over God's green Earth trying to find materials that I could make my ears out of. You'd think it'd be a rather simple task.
I found some killer fox tails on eBay. They are fairly inexpensive. As much as I'm excited about my tail I'm not too thrilled at the plug aspect, but there must be sacrifices in life to achieve what you want. The tail itself is beautiful. I know I'm going to get a lot of flax from the PETA group, but I really don't care. Yes, I understand the whole animal cruelty issue. No, I would never wear my dog's tails, nor my bird's, nor "Harry Potter" the rabbit's tail. Yes, I understand I sound like a hypocrite...bite me.
My Daddy wants me to be a white kitty. This tail is purrfect for that! The only part that's a bit harder is finding the materials for my ears. I tried Michael's and they have some wires that would work nicely for them. Another issue are the white thigh highs. Living in a retirement town I suppose the goldie oldies don't need 'em. I'm going to hit the mall in the morning, and see what I can find.
I was talking today with a few friends of mine who I met on CM. I directed them to this blog which opened up a whole host of questions. The most asked question was, "Why do you want to be a kitty?" This question is more complicated than it appears.
First let's start with the definition of kitty according to dictionary.com:
kit·ty1 
[kit-ee] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
[kit-ee] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation –noun, plural -ties.
| 1. | a kitten. |
| 2. | a pet name for a cat. |
[Origin: 1710–20; kitt(en) + -y2]
Growing up I had few friends. It's hard to have friends when you have the dreaded "only child" mentality. For those who don't know what "only child" mentality is it is the theory that "what's mine is mine, and what's yours is still mine". Growing up that mentality doesn't make you very popular. I never really liked people anyway. To replace people I fantasized about exotic countries where everyone got along, and there was no need for rules, cliques, or laws. I became best friends with my cat, Tiger. He never judged me. Never told me I was weird, strange, or had "cooties". He never told me that "black people don't do that". I watched Tiger all the time. I studied his movements; his fluidity. He was graceful. He was beautiful. He was everything I wanted to be!
I practiced his meow daily. I got my voice down to the T. He would come when I called. He was my confidant. I whispered little meows of sorrow. I cried my heart out to him. He licked my salty tears, and crawled under my bed inviting me to enter into the cave-like comfort zone he had created for us. Having a cat as a best friend taught me to see how he saw, to live, and act in the same manner as him. Every time he did something my human form wouldn't allow I would become envious. When "Animorphs" came out I wanted so much for something like that to happen to me. To be able to morph into any animal you chose would have made my lifetime. I would have changed into a cat, and disappeared forever!
To me a kitty has no rules. She is fueled by her own resolve. Kitties do not always come when called. Kitties have bad days. Sometimes they are moody. Although these may seem to be negative qualities they are all things that make a kitty a kitty. Kitties love to cuddle, and be petted, kissed, and hugged. They need to be loved and nurtured. They are wild rogues. Their love and dedication to you is earned based on your trustworthiness and dependability.
]Growing up I had few friends. It's hard to have friends when you have the dreaded "only child" mentality. For those who don't know what "only child" mentality is it is the theory that "what's mine is mine, and what's yours is still mine". Growing up that mentality doesn't make you very popular. I never really liked people anyway. To replace people I fantasized about exotic countries where everyone got along, and there was no need for rules, cliques, or laws. I became best friends with my cat, Tiger. He never judged me. Never told me I was weird, strange, or had "cooties". He never told me that "black people don't do that". I watched Tiger all the time. I studied his movements; his fluidity. He was graceful. He was beautiful. He was everything I wanted to be!
I practiced his meow daily. I got my voice down to the T. He would come when I called. He was my confidant. I whispered little meows of sorrow. I cried my heart out to him. He licked my salty tears, and crawled under my bed inviting me to enter into the cave-like comfort zone he had created for us. Having a cat as a best friend taught me to see how he saw, to live, and act in the same manner as him. Every time he did something my human form wouldn't allow I would become envious. When "Animorphs" came out I wanted so much for something like that to happen to me. To be able to morph into any animal you chose would have made my lifetime. I would have changed into a cat, and disappeared forever!
To me a kitty has no rules. She is fueled by her own resolve. Kitties do not always come when called. Kitties have bad days. Sometimes they are moody. Although these may seem to be negative qualities they are all things that make a kitty a kitty. Kitties love to cuddle, and be petted, kissed, and hugged. They need to be loved and nurtured. They are wild rogues. Their love and dedication to you is earned based on your trustworthiness and dependability.
Placing myself in the mindset of a kitty allows me to let go. To fully submit myself to myself. I get to be what I've hidden inside so long. I can curl up at the feet of my Daddy, and know that everything will be ok because he's here to protect, care for, and watch over for my physical and mental well-being. Finally I get to be me.
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