Posted by on Jan 9, 2020 | 12 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Can’t be jeanetic–mama never wears them!)

Well, I know this sounds a bit odd, but I am, for some strange reason (Love? Secret wish to be Calvin Klein? Weaver? Cowgirl?) in love with jeans.  Specifically, papa’s jeans, which I often find stretched out on the bed to be “ironed” back into shape and which I simply cannot resist!

I know you have heard about this strange obsession before but it is a bit more documented here.

First I sort of paw them gently.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then I begin my ritual, rolling around to get their attention.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m on the way to bleshing with my treasure!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I give them a little catty-pat  and speak softly to them, Je t’aime….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At this point we are communing deeply and are almost one!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

UH, OH! Someone’s coming! I’d better wrap this up…(I’ll just tuck the jeans under the covers).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, hi, papa, I’m just snoozing (innocently) here, and yes, I’d LOVE company!