Confessions of a Bead-Driven Cat, Part 2

My name is George and I live in the bead room.

I have a sister named Gracie.  She helped raise me, back when the Human rescued both of us.

We live apart now.  She's single, too, and likes it that way.  But I'm a wild and crazy guy.  I'm a love machine.  You can see it in my eyes.

My mama called those "bedroom eyes."  I've got 'em.  Oh yeah.  And I'm lookin' for love. The object of my affections lives nearby.  She comes by every evening to dine on the dish the Human puts out for the outside animals.

The Human was making a Love necklace. 

She used rose quartz and pink Peruvian opal.

As I;m sure you're aware, pink opal is a joy-bringing stone. It can help to bring the sweetness and lightness back into life.  I need sweetness and lightness.

Especially the lightness.

And rose quartz is called the love stone.   It opens the heart chakra to all forms of love: self-love, family love, platonic love, and romantic love. I want the romantic kind. 

So while she was making the earrings and dropping beads, which she loves to do, I got busy and nabbed some of those beads for moi.  The Love Machine.

I put them in my bed and I slept with them. 

The next time my sweet honey comes around, I'll be ready.  Hope I'm not too much man for her.  Oh, yeah.  And here's her sweet picture.

If you're lookin' for love, I recommend the necklace and earrings.  Maybe you'll get lucky.