#kitty daddy

[bubbleshusband]

is it bad..i want my boyfriend to call me his good kitty or just kitty in general but i ALSO want him to call me daddy?🤫🤫🤔🤔

like i want best of both worlds

[ludarklina-fan-spot]

Alina kitty is bamf!

kitty chaos by @ladylrbloom

[tpolisher]

Awwww so this is what Hannibal Lecter has been up to lately.

[dorkydaddyclub]

“.....you know, I’ll just buy several 400 gram packages and we’ll see from there.”

[dorkydaddyclub]

“And how much milk powder do we even need for her? Fuck - okay, I have to research this.”

[dorkydaddyclub]

"What on Earth should we paint Cocoa’s crib? Blue for Franky’s eyes? Pink because she’s a girl? Green for the garden she’ll grow up in? Or yellow because she brings extra sunshine in our hearts?

I feel white is too bland....”

[thatoneshadyshop]

According to the driver of the carriage we have taken back from Solitude, we should reach Whiterun tomorrow. An obvious statement, given we are close enough to Rorikstead to hear the revelries occurring this evening, but one can forgive the man for stating the obvious, one supposes. He is a Nord, after all.

It will be a relief to return back to the shop. It has become a familiar place in this frozen hateful land, and offers some sense of security from the rest of the world. Security as well, one hopes, from the possible backlash that may yet follow from my new ventures with the Thieves Guild, or more pointedly, my new role as spy for my homeland.

Thankfully, neither the Khajiit nor the boy have asked too much about my business that had taken us to Solitude, nor about our rather quick departure. They have been rather too taken with the Khajiit’s new acquisition to focus on anything else, one thinks.

Oh, yes. The Khajiit has become a father. The small Khajiit that the noble woman in Solitude had mistaken for a mere kitten now joins my merry band of misfits. Ma’Riahni, he calls her. How he dotes on her, talking to her in his native tongue, pointing out features at the side of the road, grooming her fur. It could easily be seen as pathetic, if it were not so endearingly and infuriatingly cute. 

And she is cute enough, one supposes. One could well do without her habit of climbing up onto one’s shoulders to admire the world from, or worse, nap, yet one is not so mean spirited as to push her down from her perch. Alas, my soft heartedness is a curse, one that has led to me having spent some significant stretches of our travel with a tiny Khajiit child sat atop my head. 

For my part, the turn of events has given me a chance to refresh my Ta’agra, which has been woefully neglected recently. And the boy is showing an interest as well, and any small words he picks up can only be a blessing. Truth be told, the distraction has also been welcome if only to keep us occupied from the other travelers in the carriage. Nosy little cretins with their insufferable questions and damnable small talk. This is the last time I allow the Khajiit to arrange our transportation - clearly, my idea of a carriage ride home in a private covered cart pulled by swift stallions is not an image the damnable feline cared to entertain.

Besides. The further we are from Solitude, the less likely it is the Khajiit will discover my influence in the acquisition of his new found daughter. And the nearer we are to Whiterun, the nearer I get to finding out just what state that senile old woman and foolish girl child have left my business in; the nearer, too, to being able to exchange words with my dearest nettlerash.

[sagittariuslyvicky]

Big *Le Sigh*

I have congested cat issues to deal with... I'm afraid of getting the "kitty-daddy"  involved.

What to do.. What to do..