Poor Kitteh. Who calls their cat Kitteh?
When Dean and I got Missy, being, oh, 19, I wanted to name Missy "Inky" (Missy was our all-black cat). Dean proceeded to call her Missy after his nethack cat character. Eventually, I was on the losing side of his war of attrition.
Kitteh's official name is Alexis which was immediate shortened to Ally since Alexis turned out to be one scrappy cat who takes down dogs passing by the front of our house. I don't mean she raises her back, hisses and poofs out her tail- I mean she lies in wait in the rose bushes and terrifies old ladies walking their little yap dogs and I had to save her from herself one day when a guy walked by with a pitbull that also made me call the kids up onto the porch.
I think poor Kitteh believes she is a dog. That's what you get when you adopt a cute little kitten at the same time you adopt a cute little Jack Russel.
I want to get another tattoo. I've got itchy feet, wanderlust if you will, but I'm pretty firmly cemented in my shoes right now- not sure Dean would go for me taking the girls to trek up to Machu Picho on my own and traipse around South America for some vague amount of time(or Asia or Africa or wherever). Makes me want to get a new tattoo or my eyebrow pierced or something. I'm way too lazy to rearrange all the furniture, so... looking for a good latin phrase.
Right now, the only time I feel truly free and unfettered is when I'm on my horse. The thing is, I think I am learning in my exceedingly old and wisened age, I could go to the ends of the earth and I'd still not be able to get away from what I'm always running from: myself.