Fiction: Winter Kitteh Day

**Edited Dec 27, 2014: I've decided to just be myself and not hide behind a fictional character. I'm taking my name back. She'll come back under another name, I'm sure, because her story is rather interesting.**

Mr Myrrh and I have been in Grand Rapids for over a year now. I have to admit, I'm just as excited about this Winter as I was about last, when I got to experience a True Michigan Autumn yield to a True Michigan Winter (though every single person I met let me know it was one of the worst in recent history, so perhaps I ought to call it an Over The Top Michigan Winter).

There's nothing better than snow to impress upon me that I really am living a 1950's housewife's life. I don't need to go anywhere at all when there's a blanket of snow, I just need to make sure the house is clean and that the dinner and I are ready when Mr Myrrh comes home. I can look out the windows at the beauty of the snowstorm without worrying my pretty little head about a thing.

The only issue I have with Winter is that it sometimes puts a crimp in my kitty time; being naked when cold is no fun. Mr Myrrh likes to torture me with it, making me go about the house on all fours, nude, with the thermostat set to a comfortable level for him in his clothes. I rather think he likes the look of goosebumps and rock-hard nipples.

But then he has mercy on me and lets me get dressed.

Last year we simply stopped kitty day altogether. He ordered me a set of lovely wool thigh-high tights, ballet slippers, and a calf-length black wool dress with long sleeves and a scoop neck. He said I looked cute, warm and still accessible. I spent many lazy Saturdays in that outfit, lounging at his feet. 

This year he's been teasing me again with the kitty outfit and the thermostat setting. I mew piously, shivering at his feet, and he pretends to not understand me.

Until yesterday, when he called to say he'd be working late, but came home with a huge dog bed and a cashmere blanket.

"For you, my poor, cold, kitteh," he said.

I had already put on my kitty costume: collar, face, ears, plug tail, and was just waiting for him to put the plush mittens on for me. I mewed with delight and purred. Once he had the bed where he wanted it, he put the mittens on me and I kneaded the bed and the blanket, then nosed my way under the blanket and curled up, purring.

"There's my kitteh," Master said, settling into the couch with a book. It was late but we were both quite satisfied.

Warmly,
Ms Myrrh