I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo

I’ve started making memes with pictures of my cat. One is of me kissing him with the words “to hold thee lightly on a gentle knee, and print on thy soft cheek a parent’s kiss” flanking the picture, and a little slanted note of “my little Lolita” where his collar would be.

Perhaps it is my unrequited pleasures in cuddling Kippy that first laid the basis for me to access so easily and intensely these Humberty sentiments. (I did not yet understand these types of feelings when I had, in my repertoire of pet experiences, mere records of my soulmate Kiwi, because our relationship was consensual and requited. She required my attention and affection as much as I enjoyed hers. She is, after all, a dog. But Kippy, that elusive little feline…that little he-demon…well I’m sure anyone who has ever had a cat can understand.)

To be honest the most Humbert in Plain Sight it can get though is: Horse Girl. The girl who’s a little too interested in horses goes beyond the girl who likes cuddling soft furred animals.