Hi everyone, Katie here.
I'm a pole dancer. My townhouse is three levels and I have a pole on every floor. My primary pole is on the main floor. That's where all the action is.
I love my poles. My poles loves me. Only me. I'm very protective of my poles. Visitors & intruders, ice machine repairmen, even Gloman & Glogirly are not allowed to play with my poles.
As you can imagine, I was more than a little irked when Black Cat decided to hang out right on top of my primary pole. The nerve!
You see my pole is sacred to me. I go to it when I'm under stress. I go to it when I need to escape the pressures of daily life. I go to it for exercise and to release my pent up energy. Alas, I go to it when I'm feeling blue.
We have a connection, my pole and I. A deep and spiritual connection that I hold tight in my grip.
So mitts off, Black Cat. Get your own stinkin' pole. This one is mine.