Mr Grey . . . .And No It's Not What You Think!

So Mr Grey is the name on everyones lips at the moment. We've all read the books ( awful language, repetitive and not at all kinky in my opinion) and every single lady I know wants there very own Mr Grey. Well i'm lucky, I do have one! Except he's of the 4 legged variety - My gorgeous 3 month old kitten. He's not even grey. He's a big fluffy ball of black and I adore him. I've never been a big animal lover really. I've always had pets over the years. There was my black lab Sam, my rabbit Bang Bang ohhh and not forgetting my set of kittens, Dolce, Gabbana, Princess and Prada. I liked these animals, don't get me wrong, but I was never the cooing type over them. I wasn't an animal mummy at all! But Mr Grey is different. I find myself doing that really annoying baby voice I normally save for other peoples newborns and referring to him as my baby boy. I've even started to allow him to sleep on my bed, curled up next to me. And yes, I do refer to myself as mummy when i'm talking to him. I am totally crazy about him. I definitely think becoming a mum has mellowed me and made me appreciate the small things. He follows me around the house, even to the bathroom and he answers me when I call him. I hate hearing him cry when I go out. He's turned me into a total sop. I'm even considering him getting him a friend. Hmmm maybe if things don't work out with me and S I can become one of those mad cat ladies ;)