Fireplace

I wish I had a fireplace. Then I could curl up in front of it and flip through my Fredrick's catalog, imagining all the things I would buy if there was someone out there who wanted to have sex with me. Because really, I'm a warm person. I love a warm bed, a hot bath, summer days, and roaring fires. I'm sure I was a cat in my past life. I also like to take afternoon naps in the sun. And if you rub me just right, I purr. I haven't done any purring in a while. But I have done a fair amount of caterwauling, mewing, and growling. I've also had my tail stepped on a few times, which forced me to retreat to a hiding place to lick my wounds.

I'm a nice kitty. I like to be petted and held, and I also like to be left alone sometimes. I also bathe often, whether I need it or not. I guess I'm also a territorial kitty; I don't like other kitties coming around places that I consider my turf, rubbing up against people I want to rub up against.

Anyway, enough. I just wish I had a fireplace. It would be a start.