Puss-Puss, the Princess

Princess Puss-Puss is my nickname for my little Daisy. No, not MY "daisy," my pussy Daisy, no wait -- get your mind out of the gutter! My cat Daisy is who I mean. It was inspired by listening to lots of Lady GaGa. Sometimes I don't call her princess, just puss-puss. She is so small and soft. She loves to be stroked. And she purrs so loud. Come on get back on the same page with me.

Daisy tends to run away from me when I approach. She is afraid of large objects coming at her. I am too. Once she is on a high shelf she turns her back to me and sticks her ass in the air. That is because I scratch her back. She raises her back legs to meet my fingers, to make sure I scratch hard enough, but not too hard. I think she likes it rough.

I am divulging a lot about private moments I spend with my puss-puss. They are times filled with love and joy. I need her and she needs me, we're a team. I feed her and care for her, and she in turn keeps my blood pressure low.