So, first off, let me say that there are two things in life that I'm completely crazy

about, cats and creepypastas. My friends like to call me the creepycat lady. It's kind

of funny because I've never owned a cat using my mother's cat allergies, but that didn't

start me from developing an obsession with all things feline. Every year since I was allowed

to pick up my own costumes, I've been some sort of catfile Halloween, and ever since

I discovered the world of creepypastas, those costumes, I've gotten ever darker in nature.

It's a fun combination, really. More, at least it was, until my obsession clashed

in my own real life horror show. It all started when my friend Ron told me that his family

was going to be out of town for a week during the summer, and they needed someone to

house it. Okay, full disclosure here. I've been secretly crushing a run since he started

growing a bit about a year ago. He'd already had a nice body from years of playing lacrosse,

but there are plenty of nice bodies to be seen at school. Like, so what? Well, that

beard. So dark and silky, under his sensitive green eyes. I kept wondering what it would

feel like if he presses lips against mine. Not like I was ever likely to find out. The

girl he goes for a popular, not weird like me. Still, the thought of gaining access to

his most intimate space with nowhere round, made me volunteer for the job before he had

even explained the entire situation.

Well, you sure are eager? Ron said before biting into his store bought burrito. And they

were understood how we could eat those things, especially right before we were about to go

grab some burgers with our other friends. Don't even get me started on how much I wish

that could have his metabolism for a day. I'm not fat by any means, but I do have to

watch my calories if I don't want to be a chubby kitty.

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