I Got You, Babe

My cat loves me. Yes she does. She loves me so much that when I walk in the room she splays herself on the flloor in front of me and gives me that "come hither" look. I swear, I can hear Aerosmith's "Walk This Way" playing in the background somewhere.

My cat is in heat. Oops! Guess I shoulda kept that Veterinarian appointment last month.

The poor little thing sashays herself all around the house, just begging for someone to help her out. Thank goodness they don't make lingerie for cats, 'cuz things would get really weird around here if they did.

Anyway, I hatched up this plan to get everyone out of the house, then take her down to the barn and see if I could get her a little action (of course, I'd wait outside). With all the tomcats hanging out in my barn, putting her in there would be like lighting a stick of dynamite. It would be worth having grand-kittens just to hear the fight.

But I didn't do it. I don't know, I realized that I kind of like the attention - you know, having someone constantly look at me like I'm ALL THAT. I mean, is that wrong?.