Gosh, i can be so crushy!

I don't know why, but reading BS LJ entry on the description of kissing (grrrrrrrrrrr). There has to be sparks and things and then it is all lovely!

At least, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Even kisses on heads, cheeks, foreheads shows a love. A type of love and respect that you just don't give to those undeserving of it... well, at least in this culture.

And by-the-by, I have Clarissa's two kitties and I love them. So pretty and cuddly, but still a little freaked out. Lucy has found that she can crawl up into the underside of the mattress in the guest bed and hide out for hours. This scared me at first because I couldn't find her and thought she was lost in the giant space that is my house until looking under the bed I noticed a large sag in the material. But Beatrice has already become used to the place and both Dan and I. Slowly but surely. As soon as I feel that they are both used to their new home, then I will introduce them to the other two cats and dog. Then they can roam the whole house. I could so become the old woman with gobs of kitties. I love them.