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Entry 1, Kit and Kitty’s Intimate Diary (PG-13): Who loves you now?

Entry 1: Kit’s Diary: Kitty, who loves you now?  (PG-13)
Free online series:  Kit and Kitty’s Intimate Life
Warning: Two distant hearts on collision course – utter happiness to ensue.


A last hug for good luck ten long years ago and that was it of being kids – the missed ride on the ferris wheel, Bud, Tony, Mike, the college acceptance letters, graduation, the last hug and that was it. Ten years of that hug, I’ve relived and regretted that goodbye almost every conscious second since. Will she come to the reunion?

Worse yet, who will she come with? There just has to be someone else she’s with; her boyfriend, her fiance, her husband – their kids. Oh please! Not the kids, but I know there has to be some kids by now. I don’t want to go because of that. If only there is a chance not; there still has to be a little chance. When I meet him, I’ll shake his hand, close my eyes, and hug the kids – hug the baby, the twins, the triplets, whatever. The girls will look just like her, I know it – just like her when we first met. I’ll say congratulations, best of luck, and all the happiness in the world, then I’ll go. I’ll just go! I’ll finally know and I’ll just go – leave right then. That will be the end of it at last. It was never to be, just me pining up everything out of nothing. We’re all grown up now and our lives are set apart forever. Childhood was just that and nothing more, but what if there is just a teeny little chance?

If only there is a last chance, it’s impossible sure, she’s way too perfect, will she even entertain the thought? Will she just turn away and wish me gone? It’s been ten years and she never tried once to call, email, text, search, or anything. She doesn’t keep anything but a work presence on the web, an analyst at an investment firm – that’s it, like she’s hiding now. I just can’t send her a note, no, this is too big for that, it has to be face to face or nothing. What if she isn’t with anyone? What if she remembers me and doesn’t just look away? What do I do to not be an idiot all over again, to not be scared stupid boring, skinny, and bungling me? What do I say, “My God I can’t live without you?” Yeah, that will go over as well as when I tried to say “I love you” the last time.

What if it works, what if she wants me too? If she wants me too? Oh God! what if she’s lonely too? Just to hear her again, to see her shrug again, to smirk at me again, to tie me up in one nonsense conversation all over again! Do I hug her, do I don’t hug her? Kitty, tease me, toy with me, challenge me to something stupid again! Jump off that cliff, climb the waterfall, ride all the rides at the carnival, ride your motorcycle, I’ll do it! I swear I’ll do anything – anything for a chance to be with you again! Any old quick end is better than the last ten years.

I don’t want to see anyone else there. Will anyone even recognize me or even care? I don’t want any questions. I don’t want to see anyone else, I couldn’t think of anything else to say, especially if she doesn’t want me. I just want to go, one last miserable night, a last miserable memory, then just go on. Just deal with it, I can just go on and deal with it. That is it, the end. Fini, fait accompli, all just like it is.

I sent in the RSVP for the class reunion today, what to do between now and the 4th? Probably just be miserable, like the last ten years, or maybe – maybe if there is a chance. Kitty, I love you so damn much still! Please forgive me, I so want you, can you ever give me my heart back?

Kitty’s Diary: Kit, who loves you now?

Will he come? Will he be able to or does he just want the past to die? Just to be with my skinny, awkward, boring Kit again. The old friend who was always around. I never knew what I would miss until losing it. Who am I fooling, casting it away! Ten years of foxes and none of them ever being Kit. Every one of them I met, I measured against Kit. They tried for me, they toyed with me, they went all out to suit me, but they were never Kit. They were exciting, they were flashy, they were smart, they were rich, or they were handsome, or all that at once – but not a one of them loved me from the heart like Kit. A vixen knows, he could never say it despite trying, but that was so plain and so scary. I just had to get away, it was all too much back then, funny how now its all I’ve come to want.

Ten years and it’s like yesterday. Ditching him after the fair, that last hug I gave him goodbye at graduation, then ten years of being the sorority girl, the hot number, a decoration, a contact, or a trophy. Acting was no fun without Kit. Mom and Dad were relieved when I took up stats, it seemed a simple way to forget, but everyone in financial engineering was more about insuring their share and flaunting it. A prison of matrices surrounded by guys more in love with themselves than they would ever be with me. Ten years of the excitement of the challenge, ten years of never knowing exactly when the new one was going after his next target on the way to the top. Ten years of searching for what I threw away in fear, ending up forever running away, trying to find him in someone else over and over again.

I arrived, I’m climbing the ladder, but what next? Another board meeting, another regression run, another bonus, another day at my cubicle, another overvalued bore breathing hard at me over my computer terminal? Just to have dreamy Kit again, the fox who could never earn a dollar but could get me to see the joy in every flower and who could capture the whole universe, just for me, in a splash of speckled paint on a candlelit wall. Let me play every silly part with him all over again, sing every sappy old song once more.

After all the games, all the compromises, all the manipulation, and all the lies, all I want now is my simple, dull, awkward Kit. Please God! Please, just this one cruel wish on my best friend come true, let him still be himself, let him still be awkward, let him still be quirky, sentimental, and unwanted – the only guy who ever really loved me. So help me, I don’t care if he’s alone or if he’s attached, know that no matter what, I have a claim to him and nothing is going to stand in the way of that. Let it be one for the record forever more, I love Kit and I will only ever love Kit. I know that so sure now and need to touch him once more and say it direct to his face. I’m all too ready. I’ve made up my mind, if he doesn’t show up at this reunion, I’m going to New York to find him.

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Creating Kit and Kitty

Kit-and-Kitty-Hug-SketchKit and Kitty in Love is about the feeling of being in love.  I sketched up the whole concept back in the 1990’s, and the pencil drawings sat waiting in my files as life took me in other directions in all the years since.  Last summer, my first as a full time artist, I pulled out the collection and it was apparent the timelessness of the images remained as relevant as ever.  It looked well worth getting the emotions contained in the set out to the rest of the world. I took up the long task of adding color to a subset of the original collection that could best tell a story and most quickly instill the feeling of being in love.  I needed to update a few elements of technology depicted in the original art to keep up with the 21st century, but all else between my matched set of over the top too perfect romantic fools remained the same – as enduring as the age old feeling .

The soft tender mood called for a physical treatment, real colorful paint and brush stokes on real paper, rather than the all too sterile cleanliness that naturally flows from the expedience of digital art.  I fixed on gouache for the paint and 300lbs hot press arches for the base.  Grey ink lines, following my original drawings, and an occasional stroke of pastel, round out the effects.  Hand painting everything is what took up most of the last eight months, with layout and propagation taking up the remainder, but I feel the result was well worth it.  It is my first published book and the first of a series available on Kindle Amazon with more stores to follow.  Please keep up with the intimate life of Kit and Kitty on this website and soak up the good feelings permeating their not quite but almost perfect anthropomorphic world.

Romantic Note: Say Hello with a hug

Two long absent friends greeting with a hug knew they couldn’t be just friends anymore.

Fireworks, they get so clichéd these days but seeing them through her eyes is always something special.  Watching the colors on her face and seeing the farkles on the darks of her eyes, thats something to remember.  Another year, another celebration, she is still with you and you are still in love with her, watching the flashes shimmer and hearing the little explosions all over again.  Blue, red, yellow orange, green, indigo, violet, white – all the colors of light  played on a pallet of blackness.  Each a new mood, every moment a new surprise – just like her on a summer night.  Read the full intimate life entry when Kit and Kitty reunited.

Romantic Note: Never stop asking for a date

She was a flighty young vixen
He shy but persistent.

Always asking her for a date,  it may seem odd for well practiced couples, but it always added a liveliness to our love no matter how old and true.  The angst may finally go away, and you may both know that you’ve got each others hearts forever, but will the love of your life say yes to something new?  What fresh scheme this time around, what to sample again, what to never ask for?  All questions for finding out to add that spice of surprise far and away from the routine.  What’s the worse that could happen — she might maybe say no?  Brushing up an old act for a new sale, what could keep the charm more fresh than that?

Romantic Note (PG-13): Beaches

A clear day on a lonely beach, was there anyplace more meant for a pair of lovers than that — except perhaps on a bed with sheets?  Being with her on the soft shifting edge of land and sea.  In summer, the sand, the surf, the sea breeze on a warm pleasant day, what can make you both want to slip each other out of your clothes faster? Is there anything more uncomfortable than wet cloth against the skin on a hot day? In summer, wading arm in arm, going for a shallow swim, beach combing, sharing every find, leaving barefoot tracks on the shore, and scratching messages saying, “I love you” in the sand.
In winter, a big beach is a place for snuggling against each other in warm jackets before a cold brisk wind, taking in the sublime beauty of crashing swells, searching for treasures cast ashore from across the sea, and scratching more messages saying, “I love you” in the sand, before heading back to the seductive warm towels, sheets, and steamy baths waiting back at the room. It’s the stuff to remember forever, and all possible on the soft, ever changing edge of eternity, where oceans and continents collide.  Life would never be complete without sharing a kiss on a wide open beach.