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I hum. “Mhm, so try not to have naughty thoughts until we get home, Kitten,” Adonis purrs against my ear, making me instantly hard. “Too late!” I laugh. Felix’s eyes go wide. He knew I have a cock, but he has never seen its outline, especially erect. I don’t always hide it like I used to. “Lucky man,” Felix mumbles, nodding to Adonis.

I do love her and I missed her terribly. “What is that?” She asks, and I turn my head to see what she is looking at. Mystique is watching us and I smile as I stand with Harmony in my arms and she shies away from the big cat. “This is Mystique. She won’t hurt you. I saved her too. Isn’t she beautiful?” I say as I hold my palm out for Mystique to sniff and chuff as she rubs her head against my hand. “What is she doing?” Melody asks and I explain that certain big cats like tigers chuff instead of purring when they are showing friendliness. Melody looks at her and I move to my knees as Mystique comes closer and chuffs at Melody and Melody tries to copy.

“Oh… so you plan on being silent after all the trouble you went through, huh? That’s fine. Just use the chat box. I’ll have you talking eventually. And maybe even more.” She carries the phone, moving through her room, showing mostly her face and her rather sweaty breasts. Which is rather confusing, because last I check the A.C. in her room works just fine. The it hits me, my kitten likes playing with water. For several long seconds, I simply stare at the way her lips wrap around the candy, at the perfect smoothness of her skin under the light, at the slight sheen on her collarbone. She looks better than any fantasy I’ve ever allowed myself.

' She says to Kota and disappears into the trees. We can smell our mates, but they aren't in sight. 'Up here, Cujio.' Cat calls to Kota from the branch of a tree. She leaps down in front of him and rubs her body against his. 'You aren't supposed to give up your hiding spot, little one.' Kota purrs at Cat as he pushes back into her. 'I believe that makes you it!'

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

I searched for Sienna Russo on social media, and the pinned post was a photo of my favorite cat breed, a Ceylon. The caption read: [My favorite Ceylon kitten. I want to take it home.] That was posted six months ago. Five months ago, she posted: [I finally have my own little kitty. So happy.] The photo showed Sienna’s and Leonardo’s hands clasped together, gently stroking the cat. Then, four months ago: [Overflowing happiness. We’re the happiest family of three in the world.] The photo was of Sienna cradling the cat while leaning into Leonardo’s arms.

"Humans just aren't as cute as cats. Cats have soft little paw pads, fluffy bodies, and they smell sweet. You've got none of that. Now get going already!" She had bought a tablet earlier that day, planning to use her day off to sketch. Inspiration was flowing. There was no stopping it. Ronny, unceremoniously kicked out, stopped at the gate to snap a photo. In the picture, Jessie was cradling Code and surrounded by a cluster of cats. He sent the photo to Jack, who was abroad at the time. That afternoon, Jessie sprawled on the grass and sketched from the photo she'd taken of Jack and the cats at noon.

Maria bathes the cat, looks at the nametag hanging from its collar, and sighs, “Your name is Eny? …Aren't you a male cat?" The fat cat tilted its head, meowing freely for two hours, that's right, Eny is a male cat, pregnant like a female cat, a pregnant male cat!

In the quiet hum of the testing lab, amidst the sterile white walls and the gentle whirring of machinery, a small tabby cat slinked in through a partially open window. Its emerald eyes scanned the room, curiosity piqued by the sight of a lone bottle of milk sitting on a laboratory table. Hunger gnawed at its stomach, a primal urge that led it closer to the tantalizing scent of fresh dairy. The bottle, with its cap carelessly left open, beckoned like an oasis in the desert. With a swift paw, the cat nudged the bottle, sending it teetering towards the edge. The milk inside sloshed, a promise of nourishment and comfort.