Why a kitty and why is it in the city?

Once upon a time ago, in a life that seems so far from here I worked for a woman named Kitty in a womens lingerie shop. I loved how it kind of almost made us just like a strip club with the panties and lace and thigh highs but without requiring employees to expose their vaginas. It's always kind of stuck with me that it really was somebody's name and she didn't end up in a strip club...her name opened other doors for her, allowing her to sell women's panties. Just proof that when I name my child Bambi, I'm not setting her up for stripping, she can sell flavored sex lube too. It's good to have goals for your children and to give them options.

The city part comes from my deepest desire to live in a big city and walk to get groceries and ride public transportation and not need a car, and all that fabulousness that living in a walk-up in a big bustling city allows. Except when it rains. Or snows. Or is too hot and my face will get all melty. Then I might want a car. So scratch that, I don't want to live in a city because I think it might kind of suck now and I didn't think about carrying groceries and I don't eat sushi so I would be limited on my dining out options. Of course this is all based on my TV and movie daydreams of city life. I have no freaking clue what living in the city would be like, and now I think I would hate it. Cities suck. I'll live in the country, except the country smells like cow shit so I guess I'll have to colonize the moon.

You know what, Kitty in the City is a stupid name for a blog because now I've talked myself out of living in the city and there isn't even a damn kitty. I'm allergic to cats too so there'll never be a kitty even if I move to the city.

Thank God this shit is free.