4/1/2015 7:55:19 PM

Dear Daddy Hi daddy it has been a while since I left you a note last. I'm fully ablet to understand what the time out was for the last time I left you a note. I was being punished for the wall painting, but I really thought it was a good gift for you daddy, but it was a pretty big mess, and not to forget that I had paint all over me when you finally found me snuggled in your bed. I like your bed a lot more daddy because it's always so warm and it just makes me feel soo safe there daddy. I hope that you don't mind that I got your pillows all covered in paint but I'm leaving this note to you because I lost your car keys again. They're so shiny and makes tons of noise but I lost them again. I don't think I put them in your closet, but you'll be late for work daddy if don't hurry and fiND them. Okay daddy see you soon I'm going to school now bye bye. -Baby

3/25/2015 10:16:58 AM

Brat Confessions ~Part two~ Doms and their questions I'm going to address a issue that I feel that needs to be addressed here and now. I am not collared or owned by anyone at this point and time. I haven't found that right person that I've been looking for because of personal reasons and matters, I don't submit because someone tells me to, and I don't really want to come off as rude so I address doms as what I know I should, either Daddy, Sir, or Owner. This doesn't mean at all that you are my owner or daddy and or anything more, you are just getting the respect of me. Now with that being said, I can be a rude and evil little bitch at times but that's only if pushed to that point. I love all the doms that or nice to me and so in return I am nice to them. I don't take kindly to orders when I have no collar around my soft little neck, or when I don't stay on your lap and lick up my milk off your floor from your bowl. I have favorites, and ones I have close to me that are closer at being my dom than any others, but some people in my PMs have gone beyond the limits I've sat. Just keep calm, I'm purely a wild thing, you need to be able to handle me before wanting to take on the full weight of what I bring to the lifestyle table. With that addressed, the other thing I need to address will be in the next update, of how I found myself in this lifestyle, this will help You understand more about the levels. First Level is the Kitty- I am naturally a playful person when meeting me in person, I tend to be more aware and unaware of my actions. I find myself wrapped in a veil of unworldly bliss as I take in my surroundings. I'm a type of person that doesn't need drugs or drinks because I have my own personal high already. I don't stay interested in one thing at a time I'm a bit of all over the place when there's interesting things happening around me. But I am very very good at hunting, I can find things, people, animals, faster than a bloodhound. I have poor vision, but once I find a target, or someone of interest that's able to hold my attention, there's nothing anyone else or anything else that can stop me from getting it. I do like yarn a lot because I grew to love knitting and on top of that I use to own cats and would play with them with the yarn. Thus the feline like obsession with yarn. However, even though, that doesn't very well explain why I call that level kitty. It's because when I first meet someone, I do look a lot younger than what I am, and to be called a cat when I'm twice as smaller than women my age, and look twice as young, I found kitty suits me well, and the fact that kittys aren't trouble makers on purpose that they are just getting a hold on things explains me all to well. Plus what's cuter a kitty or a full grown cat? Second Level Babygirl- I am a big baby when it comes to some things. I love coloring and drawing and watching my favorite cartoons when I get off work or when I'm trying to go to sleep, they help me a lot and I found out if I don't take a nap in the afternoon or a nap at all, I'm cranky. I like praise always, I love being told I did a good job or having someone say "Good girl." I love it, and because of my small size I adapted to being called "Little One." So I love the entire being of being a good little girl. I can make small amounts of trouble, go unnoticed around public, and avoid the eyes of older men, because they think off my looks, that I'm 13. It's wonderful. Yet in a work place, looking young has been a burden, I can't reach high places, and I always get told off by elders, because they're a lot older. But everything has it's ups and downs, so I deal with it. But I just love it. And I love Daddy doms, they are soo caring and gentle and firm only when need to be, but I can make their life a lot harder if I were actually living with them, because little girls can be very messy and raise the eyebrow of neighbors. Third Brat level- Even though I'm all sugar and spice, and everything nice I have to cause mayhem. A kitty wouldn't be a kitty if it didn't cause some problems and mess, and a babygirl wouldn't be a babygirl if she didnt draw on the walls and interrupt daddy at his "Alone" time. So with all that good you have to have some bad, and with bad comes punishment, and what sub wouldn't want a punishment. Kitty's can be caged, and there's oh so much you can do with a baby girl to punish them. But I like the idea of having them all working at once. But that's just tiring. Owners, and daddys would have be on toes every min or hour that I'm awake. And this makes work a lot easier for me, to be able to bring out that mean side and assert dominance at work is a lot better.

3/4/2015 8:43:03 AM

Brat~Confessions!!!!!!! I've been a really bad girl, I'm pretty sure all you daddies out there and Owners have noticed. But I've been so bad! Do you want to know what troubles I've gotten into? Let's see. Bad thing number One: I haven't been reading my mail because I haven't found anything interesting being said, normally I would response to one word or two word messages, but I haven't because quiet frankly, I like to read and type, not type and read. Which means the more introduction, or the more you write to me in the first message the more I am willing to response. Just makes me feel more devoted to reply. There's more bad things that I've done, but why tell all my bad deeds?

2/20/2015 8:10:23 AM

span stylefontfamily comic sans ms,sansserifDear Daddy spanLittle One Point of view Dear Daddy,br I wanted to go to work with you this morning, you told me that I couldnt go today. You said that yesterday and the day before, and before that, and before that. I understand that baby cant color on important work papers that youve yet explained why theyre important. I just see a brunch of black words all over a perfectly good blank piece of coloring paper, and to make sure daddy isnt falling asleep at work because daddy is oh so bored from staring at the boring paper, baby colors it for you drawing cute little birds and trees. But daddy thats really beside the point of why Im writing you, I wanted to inform you that I have taken the liberty of coloring your bedroom wall. I know what youre thinking daddy What a nice little baby shes always thinking of her daddy. and yes daddy I do think of you all the time. I made a zoo out of your wall, I drew tons of lions, fishes, bears, kangaroos, and elephants. Youll be happy to know that all youll be dreaming soundly now. But that wont mean baby will stop sleeping with you. I also took your ties daddy, and made a huge tie ball to throw around and play with kitty. I found the white indoor snow daddy and it was really fun to play with also. Make sure that youre careful walking around the house. I lost my painting brushes and I dont want you to break them. I cant wait to see you daddy so come home soon. I painted my hair green because I want to be a tree, I think youll like that, but your work shirts werent much help getting the rest of the colors up. br Anyway Love you daddy.br emLittle Oneemspan

2/14/2015 11:55:39 PM

div styletextalign leftHumans and Owner Kittys point of viewbr br Humans, Owners, and the Authoritiesbr br Every morning I wake up snuggled at the foot of my owners bed. I was sleeping at the top with my butt tucked nicely to his head. I find that my butt is warm, and his head is very cold, so out of concern and kindness I try sharing the extreme heat of my bottom to his head.br br I proceed to lick myself. Watching him turn one way, and then another. Normally I come to this room to get rubbed down. He either rubs me with one hand or two. I have bitten him on several occasions to get him to rub me with two. He would rub me with two and then Im sleeping like a good kitty.br br As I sit there and remember the good patting of a life time, his annoying little noisy box with symbols start to ringing.br br At first I was scared of the thing, I thought I was going to have a heart attack the first time I heard it, but he slammed his hand on it and it stopped. This little annoying thing doesnt get punished for waking him, he just pats it and gets up almost systematically. I remember I broke it on purpose one day, it annoyed me the entire day, he left it ringing. When I broke it I made sure I was no where near it when he got back. I believe he called it a Clock... Cooolock. I have to purr.br br Anyway I move to get out the way, normally he is too sleepy to pay attention to my kitty body to know if hell kick me to the floor. He always curses to himself. I take the chance to jump down on the floor and run to the door. Its closed like always, but I meow and whine until he opens it letting me out into the second part of my domain.br br Everything in the other part is an adventure, and my owner has no clue that I love this part of my domain. He goes into the fog room and I here running water later, but I have no time to sit and listen to him. I make sure to hide under the nearest thing in the Living room I find the sofa to be the best spot. I know my owner is getting ready to leave and he always locks me up in my cage because I cant be left out.br br Ever since the incident with the curtains and tv.... Ive been permanently under observation when hes home, or caged. br br I snuggle under the sofa, curling up all I have to do is wait. And Wait I shall do. br br Hes out there looking for me, I hear him calling me, but I dont come running, Im not a dog. I smile to myself, hes going to be late if he dont hurry and leave, and with that thought. He was gone.br br Out the door and down the front steps, I heard the sound of the loud machine he rides to take him to work. Work is this amazing and punishable place, it sounds like heaven and hell all in one. My owner hates going, but he goes. I wonder why?br br Anyway enough wondering. I need to find that damn toy.br br About a month ago, my owner had another human over, she was nice, she smelt fairly normal. She was nice and kind to me but I still didnt understand her reason to come over. She brought a nice little toy with her. It smelt soooo good, and thats when I realized that the toy was giving off her wonderful smell, not her...br br It was mouse A tiny little fast thing. I couldnt catch it no matter how hard I tried.br br My Owner watched me in amusement as I tried catching it. I was a complete failure. The human female told my Owner that it had motion sensors. It knew I was coming before I got there.br br I pondered before slipping out from under the sofa. What a funny name to call something humans like to sit on, and what I like to walk and lay on. br br I jogged over to the kitchen, this was the place I ate and my owner sometimes ate. I had given up on my chase with the toy in the kitchen last time I was after it. br br I pounced on the table. My claws sharp and ready, I scanned the room.br br Found itbr br I hurriedly jumped down and the table shook under the release of my weight. I heard something fall behind me and everything went completely white. The toy covered in white, scampered off into the living room.br br Funny and amusing names humans can come up with. br br Either way the entire kitchen was layered off in a white haze, a bag, the size of my dried food bag, was laying on the floor. Flour? What the hell was that and why was it white? I thought for a second. One day it was white all over outside, he took me out in the white, and it was cold. He called it snow. This had to be in house snow, snow that was called Flour and it was neither cold nor warm. I like this snow better.br br I covered my paws in the snow, and rolled around in it, I had just become relaxed with the new color of my black fur into white before I realized that the mouse toy was standing there mocking me. It wasnt moving be it was sitting there.br br I readied myself to pounce, I launched in the air, I couldnt get my momentum to stop and I went sliding right into the coffee table. There goes the vase full of marbles, the toy makes a dash for it to the curtains. I run right behind it. I claw at the fabric, rips.br br I hear the sounds of ripping and then the toy takes off towards the stairs. I know it cant climb so its cornered. br br I jump on the black fabric sofa, I hear some pictures falling, on mini coffee table next to the sofa. I spot the toy.br br I get ready, I lower myself to the sofa, and then.br br Pounce Smackbr br It goes flying up the stairs, I hit it too hard. But I touched itbr br I run after it I have it now. I went into my owners sleeping room, I stalk into the room, I see it. I dash for it, it runs into the closet.br br I run in there too.br br Pounce br br The suits, and clothes of my owner come crashing I claw at the toy, the clothes are covering.br br I finally catch it. I have in my paws.br br Its not struggling or anything, the head is slightly hanging off.br br Im beaning with joybr br I bite into it and head down the stairs, I admire my snowy paw prints. br br I hear the fun sound of keys jingling. My Owner is homebr br I hurry to the door with my proud kill in my mouth ready to show off.br br He comes in and hes shocked, his face tells me everything. Im full of excitement and joy. I love the fact that he is proud of me.br br I purr to him and rub my snowy body against his pants leg. br br Hello owner...Look what I caught...div