Cat Humor – My Daughter, The Vampire

My baby girl looked a vampire with those beautiful fangs (ones which, I daresay, she bared to all but her thankful mum.) ❤

I had the  painful task of helping her transition – with her permission, which I had – just under four months ago.  I still cry when I think of her, and I feel a void where once her little voice sounded, but I will ever be thankful that she and I were united nearly 13 years ago – she was the closest life I had for a while.

She was, without question, my little girl, through and through…and how blessed I was she chose for me to fulfill that role for her, because wild animals DO choose. ❤

When we open our hearts to the Universe, it gives us the gift of being able to be present with others – human or otherwise – to offer our love, and to be there when friendship, compassion, trust, and mercy are needed most.  

While in some ways I felt I didn’t have the right, it was a responsibility I would fulfill to the very best of my ability…for her. For my angel. 

 

 

Ice Cream For Goth Girls

Yes, yes…that’s what I said.  Ice Cream for Goth chicks.

If lactose wasn’t so vehemently opposed to my stomach, and ice cream wouldn’t so zealously affix itself to my body, I would be seeking out Little Damage Ice Cream forthwith.

I don’t *totally* get the “unicorn” craze – I can respect the love of iridescence, absolutely, but I feel like this is getting to be a little overboard.  Whatever. . .I’d go crazy for black ice cream regardless, just because…but as it squashing the overwhelming barrage of rainbow swirls left and right, I have to say I’m smiling ear to ear. . .

Goth girl getting back at the illusory and evanescent concept that is the prismatic unicorn?  Maybe. . .  But I think it’s more directed at the onslaught of look-at-pink-and-blue-sparkly-anime-eyed-me’s. 

I’m not a trend follower, though – there it is.  I lean towards the caliginous so despite my personal penchant for glitter, I’d ditch it for black without a second thought.

I mean, black and red ombre?! Holy shit, I’m in heaven!!!

All I can say is these cones, black as night, and the dark-and-dreary hued ice cream is up my alley and beyond.  Had this been more prevalent when I was little, you better believe I’d have had it in place of birthday cake at my parties.  Too bad, five year-olds, you can deal without pink for five minutes.

 

Smile For No Great Reason

The enormous smile I have in this photo was because I got in the car and realized my seatbelt intersected my vampire tee.  

Indeed, scarcely humorous on the surface (or really to anyone other than myself, I fully realize!), but the juxtaposition of the “keep out!” hash mark across the biting, goth-girl-at-heart’s grin was worth a giant, sunny smile for my part. I think it was the irony.

#vamp #irony #smile #happy

The little things in which we can find laughter or a smile (for no great reason in particular) each day. . .keep your eyes out for more of them.  OFTEN.  They really are worth their weight in gold.

Vampy Claws

For Ballroom, I had to have my nails “just so” – the grooming is impeccable and it’s unheard of NOT to have gel nails (or at least ferociously long, often outlandishly wide, french manicured nails.)  I opted for glittering, far more narrow tips myself…

Were I still in the sport (or perhaps even if not) I’m pretty sure I default to these unbelievable, deliciously, pointy claws.

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My Martial Arts rules out such a possibility (though they could be easily utilized in Ninjutsu!)  I suppose back in the day my weight lifting habit (of, now, nearly 26 years) would have also required some level of caution. . .

But still…these sharp, fresh-blood red talons are out of this world… At least to this not-so-secretly goth girl in a gi…