She slinks across the bed and wraps herself around his legs,
purring, not yet content.
He strokes her face, traces her lips; she nips him,
playfully, and arches her back for him. She purrs in his ear; he feels warm
breath, hears her soft growl turn to dangerous hisses. His hackles rise but he
sees her fangs too late. With eyes blazing yellow, her caterwauling echoes
through the night.
She blinks as the heat subsides.
2 comments:
Ah yes, I remember that night. Then "catwomen" slipped out the cat flap and proceeded to meow wildly on my fence...
There you go, I saw your link on my shy and ever so humble blog site :)
Have a purrfect weekend, Jaye. I'm going to go read a 'cat'alogue....
You too, and congrats on your award x
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