This week’s Kink of the Week is Furries which was my request for two reasons. Number 1: My one year anniversary with Bad Kitty is today and I had planned a blog post waxing lyrical about how much I love him etc and wanted to be able to fit it with a meme and Number 2: I’ve been a furry for ages and people have no idea what or what is not furry so I wanted to cut through the nonsense. Hence, I will be posting twice during this week’s KOTW.
This first one though, as it is my anniversary, is a post to and about my Bad Kitty.
One year ago today I walked out of Camden Town station and into my Bad Kitty’s life. We struck up a chat while we waited for our mutual friend Shalla and so began our relationship. Some people know in an instant that they are meant to be with someone. I definitely didn’t feel like that when I walked away from him. I was interested in knowing more sure but the last thing I wanted from life was a relationship plus while we had some things in common, he was a bit extreme for me.
I don’t know what it was about me that caught his attention but after about 24 hours, I was already receiving an invitation round for a massage. Hesitantly I took him up on it which I wrote about in my blog post about consent and the power of no. I was certainly interested in getting to know him better and getting to be friends after that.
It wasn’t long after I got home about a week later after spending much more time with him that I realized what I had going. I was in a relationship! Heavens me!
Now I know I know what’s all this nonsense got to do with furries.
As I shall reveal later in the week, I have been a furry for many many years now and have a deep love for the anthropomorphic. So imagine my delight at finding that my boyfriend not only was compatible with me in many ways but also purred. Yes my other half actually purrs when he is happy.
Hence he became my Boy Kitty. Then on my last visit my Boy Kitty after purring about London proper, he made a horrid joke. Simply awful. It needed reprimanding. “BAD KITTY!” The grin spread across his face. “Oh I do love it when you call me bad kitty!”. A sex blog moniker if there ever was one so before I left the UK badkittyerotica.org had been purchased.
So what part of our relationship is particularly animal based?
Well I am Bad Kitty’s foxette and he is my kitty and we refer to one another as such. In fact, I will be at the BBB in two weeks time picking up my new collar that will say FOX on it. And for our anniversary I bought Bad Kitty a vinyl fish from The Dogs Bollox at LAM. Because he is my purring hunk of boy kitty I make sure to keep him happy by brushing him in the evening either with vampire gloves or a pair of actual cat brushes. When he wakes me in the morning for sex, besides the standard poking he meows longingly at me.
He knows how to meow to perk me up and how to growl when I call him my princess fussy cat. Likewise he knows that foxes tend to waggle their tails about, like to seek out food (nearly constantly) and relax in a pack setting. He is very good and making me food and keeping me in good spirits and he is my alpha when he shags me and says I belong to him (not d/s we belong to each other).
So to the Boy Kitty that I love…happy one year anniversary my beloved. Your purr is my joy and I long for the day when I can brush you to sleep every single night. I love you and will always be your foxette.
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