The Kat House

Thanks to everyone who filled out the little questionnaire below. Your comments really made me smile. Here are a few highlights.

Apparently, I have a secret admirer known only as “The Man, The Legend.”

I am admired, desired, missed, and squished. I’m sexy, bright, funny, photogenic, adorable, hot, sweet, and friendly.

If alone in a room with me, Quazirob would panic. Michael would (censored). The Man, The Legend would fall to his knees in divine worship of me. Clara would curl up in my lap and nap like a kitty.

Quazirob thinks I shouldn’t change a thing. The Man, The Legend thinks I should be myself. Top Cat thinks I should relax. And Clara thinks I should star in a movie.

I need more lovin’, a great guy, a good spanking, my soulmate, someone to care for me, and presents from boys for no reason.

You guys want to meet me, ogle me, hug me, and immortalize me.

Some day I will be a star, rule the world, and revolutionize something.

I remind you guys of a cute midwest girl, a nice chianti and some fava beans, an actress from Hollywood’s golden era, and Aphrodite.

Without me, Osbasso wouldn’t be coming to Tennessee this weekend. HNT wouldn’t be half as fun. And Clara wouldn’t have such a profound non-sexual appreciation for another woman’s breasts.

Your memories of me are fond, good, foggy, happy, and imaginary.

I can be sexy, daring, addicting, tough, surprising, and quite the vixen.

The worst things about me are my bizzare potty fetish, the fact that I don’t post enough leg shots, and that I live three hours from Michael.

The best things about me are my independence, openness, free thinking, and molecular structure.

The Man, The Legend is mercilessly infatuated with me. Tommy Gunn is obsessed with me. Top Cat is blogging with me, and Clara is one with me.

I should dance naked in the moonlight, apply for a magazine shoot, make Christmas cookies, find my one true love, take a nice, hot, bubbly bath with a camera in hand, play with my dogs, go to California, audition for a play, and spread the love.

I just called the cops on Tommy Gunn. I heart Clara. And I know nothing about The Man, The Legend.

You guys also had a few questions for me.

Osbasso asked when I will make the trip up north. Well, Os, looks like you’re making the trip down south first. Quazirob asked if I like older guys. Quazi, as long as you’re not so old that you’ve got one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel! Michael wants to know when I’m going to graduate. I have 30 more credit hours to go, so it just might be a cold day in hell when graduation finally gets here. The Man, The Legend wants to know how to satisfy me emotionally, mentally, and physically. Legend, send me an email and I’ll be happy to share my secrets with you. Tommy Gunn wants to know if he can borrow a nickel. Tommy, here’s a quarter. Call someone who cares! Top Cat wants to know why I like getting nekkid. Because I don’t like feeling confined – even if it’s only by clothing! Lecram wants to know when I’m going to visit California. Lecram, give me a reason to! Barry wants to know how I’m going to explain HNT to my kids. Barry, what kids? hehehe. I guess if I do have them in the future, I’ll heavily edit my blog to hide the HNT photos. Clara wants to know my favorite childhood toy. Paper dolls ruled my world!