2005-02-09 - 12:58 p.m.

Hi, baby. I’m Nermal’s person girlfriend, Kristin.

Nermal and I met back in January, when I flew out to visit her dad, Max.

Until that day, I never believed in love at first “what doin?”, but take it from me, dear Nermal voyeurs, there is magic in that silent question, and Nermal put a spell on me.

Within the first few hours of being in her dad’s apartment, Nermal complimented me on my luggage, slippers, and various body parts. In Cat, compliments are usually conveyed through rubbing, head-butting or the multi-sniff. The highest form of compliment is, of course, the turn-flop-roll-onto-back-expose-tummy-for-rubbing. In People, that would be like telling someone they make you want to be a better human being, or that you now believe in God.

Nermal and I gave the tail flick and the finger, respectively, to prudish convention and totally slept together the first night. So. HA! HA!

I gave her three presents while I was in town. Something to remember me by. The first was an orange Gatorade ring, which came off my 32 of lemon-lime. The second was a hair elastic, brown, that came out of my hair. A little piece of me, from me to her. The third, which she doesn’t know about, actually, was I karate’d Trent right in his eye stalks while Nermal was taking a nap. He said something nasty about her, and I don’t take kindly to people talking shit about my cat girlfriend. Besides. Honor fighting is hot.

Kisses and snuggles, Nermal.

I miss you terribly!
Kristin

PS – Cue “Opposites Attract” by Paula Abdul. I’ll have to dust off my tap shoes.

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