God, and I can’t say this with my entire chest, fucking dammit. You got me.

Floof* auto correct is a scourge.

Hey, she’s royalty. Royalty of hell, but that’s just semantics.

She’s pretty aloof most of the time, but when I’m in my computer chair she will come sit on my lap and make biscuits or just drape over my arm.

Oh yeah, her hair gets everywhere.

She’s more of a really dark brown/black than pure black. She’s our little soot sprite.