Wednesday, August 24, 2011

World's Largest Cat

As Sir christened me when I was curled up as near the foot of the bed as I could get.  During about an hour of doze time with him and Mistress yesterday morning (after the kids had left for school).  I was on top of the covers, like a good little pet.  Sir of course isn't a cat person, but Mistress said it must have meant something for him not to kick me off lol.  Plus, I was doing my best to behave, even when they did start chatting and saying some funny stuff - 'no sniggering in the cheap seats' is a phrase I believe I will hear a lot more while I am Here.  I laugh a lot, what else can I say?

Mistress had a funny dream yesterday morning, that she related to us as we were waking up.  She was out with me, had already lost Sir to babysitting duties, and it was a kink party, so she was losing her dress and being groped up by strange men, neither of which she was particularly happy with, and then lost me as well.  She said it wasn't a good dream - I find it interesting that just as the two of us are finally here to support her as much as we can, she dreams of losing us.  Goodness knows which recess of her subconscious brought that one up.

Really, we should have stayed in bed all day, because almost as soon as we got up, the irritation level started rising.  Sir was trying to hurry Mistress up with getting ready.  Then, when we did head out, Mistress was irritated at Sir for trying to be funny or something.  Then they were both irritated that a service station appeared to have eaten the dry cleaning place they were looking for.  It was Mistress who had wanted to go out shopping, but her enthusiasm for the expedition completely died until Sir put carrot cake and more coffee into her.

Then I ramped up, because, while shopping for shoes, my old shoes that I was wearing fell apart.  First time I think that I had really let my temper show in front of Mistress and Sir since I got here.  No, maybe not that, but the first time that I didn't CARE about the temper showing.  No, wait, my meltdown last week.  My memory is going lol.  But anyways, yes, frustration levels through the roof, and I changed into the new shoes that I had bought, and Sir told grisly threats if I ever had a hissy fit like that in public again.  Yes Sir.

And then Mistress was unhappy that Sir had suggested going after my hissy fit, because it was supposed to be her shopping expedition, us boys had gotten shoes, and she at that point had nothing.  We stuck around.  Mistress suggested us boys choose her clothes to try on, as Sir would have the final say anyways, and I like seeing Mistress modelling new and interesting clothes.  She doesn't do buying new clothes a lot of the time, more the op shop venues, and in a sense, even though it is value for money not always getting new clothes, it frustrates the heck out of her, having the same clothes month in and month out.

So for the next couple of hours, she was trying on all sorts of new clothes.  A couple of nice dresses that were COMPLETELY out of our price range, even when we are all working.  Who would pay $265 for a dress?  And I realised that Sir and I have completely different tastes when it comes to dressing Mistress up.  I would smile and/or nod my head, and 99% of the time he would frown.  Ah well, plenty of time to get to learn what looks good on The Boss.

And although I was enjoying myself just mallratting, it was apparent that Sir hates it, and also surprisingly, that Mistress dislikes it as well.  Something to do with seeing all this nice stuff and not being able to afford it, I believe.  So by the time we left the Westfield, everyone was still grumpy at things - well, I was just tired basically.  And then racing home to do an after school thing with the kids.

I have never been to a church service in my life, and the after school thing was a church service.  The place was lovely as a tourist attraction, but then singing hymns and praying and sermons.  The closest I have ever been to a sermon before this is watching one of the 'religion' episodes on The Simpsons.  Reverend Lovejoy indeed lol.  So I sang the hymns as well as I could, but it would have been hypocritical of me to go through fully on the prayers to the Lord and all that.  So apart from the standard Lord's Prayer, which I did learn at school, I kept my mouth shut for those.

And was interesting, was a bit of a parental and teacher meet and greet beforehand.  Sir was being introduced by Mistress to a few of the people, whereas I was standing back and taking my cues from her - I don't think I got introduced once.  Ah well, the life of a secondary, I better get used to it.  And Sir was positively chatty to me last night lol.

Then, as soon as the service was over and we could check our phones again, Sir had three missed calls from work.  On his day off, in a period of about an hour or so.  And I could see the stress levels between Sir and Mistress just start ramping up again.  And when we got home, I got chased off from hugging Mistress.  So I hid away on the computer for a good portion of the evening, before watching the Blues Brothers on DVD.

Mistress had retreated to her bedroom, and only came out once.  I went in there visiting from time to time, and on one of those visits got told that if it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't have been able to make it through the day.  And I could tell she meant it.  And my heart almost burst with pride at how helpful I am to her.

Oh, and also, on a particular website, she said out loud, in public, that she was now my Mistress.  Squee times a thousand million, give or take infinity lol.  So, does that make me still submissive, or am I now a slave?  I am easy with both.

SQUEE!!!! 

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