She's got her place and I have mine. She used to spend all her time here but she's halved her presence in my bed as she sobered up. Well, I still enjoy halving her buttocks pretty much the same way as on day one.
Anyway — that's not the point.
It's just the ambivalent feeling once I'm left on my own. Having enough time to work in the evenings. Or watch porn. To go out with whomever I decide to without the unavoidable necessity to report her, ideally before and after.
And yet — something's terribly wrong; the atmosphere is totally different without a lazy kitty around. And it's not about halving her buttocks whenever I want to.
