I adore my cat. She's beautiful, affectionate, curious, and has all kinds of cute quirks. She's perfect.

Living alone, I tend to talk to her quite a bit, and since I work from home we are almost always together. Of course I love my cat, she's the only thing I have resembling family. But over time things have become more and more abnormal. I found myself thinking of her beauty and grace and nobility, and I realized that I loved her as more than family.

I love to watch her bathe. One time I was laying in bed masturbating, and she came into the room and bathed herself on the end of the bed. That was the first time I masturbated to my cat. Currently we both consensually participate in a form of sex. Obviously I can't actually fuck a cat, so the way we do it is I lay on the bed and shake a tin rattle, and she comes in, hops up on the bed and lays on the pillow curled right up next to my face, and basically she purrs/cleans herself while I bury my face in her fur and sometimes lick her nipples while I masturbate.

It is a very intimate sort of thing, and its obvious we both enjoy it otherwise she wouldn't respond to the rattle. Sometimes she doesn't, but not often. We usually do this a couple times a week to a couple times a day.

We also eat together, as in she sits on the dining table and eats her food while I eat mine. I sometimes even make food fresh for the both of us (cat food recipes are easy to find). We're pretty much always together, she will even ride in a large purse when we go out.

I truly do love her, and I consider myself to be in a sort of almost-relationship that's better than many traditional ones, and more satisfying than any I've had before.

My cat is 5 years old, and her name is Wednesday.