PrettyKitty

Here is my problem: the subject of this post is going to read it.  I am going to explain it.  I have decided upon a name to describe someone in my life, PrettyKitty.  When I name someone here they have to be a big part of my life in some way and the name has to work on many levels too.  She is pretty and I think that she would be a lot of fun to be around.  I sense that she is soft and fluffy like a little kitten.  She is little too, that is she is slight and lithe, just like a cat and really just like a cat she is also just as likely to scratch me when I step over any boundary that she has.  It also works because her real name is the same as my best friend’s cat and like that cat, PrettyKitty, is an alpha cat.  In the Just So Stories, it is the Cat Who Walks By Herself, she sets the rules and if she does not like them, she leaves.  I love cats and I am allergic to them.  I want to pick up cats when I see them.  I want to hug and squeeze them and so cats don't really like me, they run from me when they see me coming.  I want to scratch them behind the ears and rub their bellies; I want them to sit on my lap and I want them to sleep with me.  

This woman, PrettyKitty is strong and has strong opinions.  I would like to spend time with her, so it is she who must decide that she wants to spend time with me.  Like a cat she is prickly when provoked and I know that.  She is territorial and I am the interloper, so I have to move with care, and quiet; I need her to accept my presence in her territory and for her to approach me -- it has to be her idea.  I don't have the skills to barge into her life and have her accept me, I don't have what it is, that she wants, for her to jump up on my bed.  So I need to bide my time.

I am demiromantic and I am interested.  I am demisexual and I will never know if things are that far until I try, but I can't and won't unless it is her idea.  She is by all definitions a PrettyKitty.  She will read this, probably soon, for sure by the morning.  I don't have to post this, but I will.  She is reading my blog, the thing that keeps me Sane.  I don’t want to push her away by picking her up and hugging her and calling her George.  She joked that her name should be SpaceKitten.  PrettyKitty