These boots were made for walking

One of my favorite characters as a kid was Puss'n Boots. Feisty and independent, swashbuckling and sharp cat. Not the cat you want to engage in games with--you'll lose every time. So like that character and the famed boots (Prada no doubt), this cat must move on.

Much like the lessons I try to impart on my May/December love-children, I must take a page from my own diary and see things as they are. Love and friendship knows no age, boundaries, color and it certainly has no hard and fast rules. And furthermore, it's about being authentic, understanding, patient, loving, transparent, honest and true to who you are before you can be all those things and some to the one for whom you have an eye.

One of the love children from whom I get my stories, had a wake up call this past week. This Cougar had been wondering if the signs her Thundercat had been sending were just flirtatious passes made at her only or any woman that might catch his roving eye. Was he really in to her and willing to take a plunge into the tepid adult sea of love, rock his boat a bit and paddle back to shore? Or was he simply confused and unsure of his own feelings and desires, and what she might mean to him on a deeper, more meaningful than a simple roll in the hay-- level? Took a candid conversation, some unkind words, tears and perhaps some make up something or other (my friend is not the kiss and tell type) to get to the bottom of things. Ah, truth be told he's really not into her but really into her. Make sense? Not really, but love seldom does.

So on that note, do your thing kitties. Be true to who you are. Be you regardless of what folks say, think or do. Don't get caught up in titles and labels and don't get trapped in some box that's convenient for others to put you in. Love you above all and the one you're with.

Ciao, bellas!