These Things Have Claws For a Reason...

I was stroking my pussy the other day and, much to my surprise, she made a few quick swipes at my hand and totally killed the mood. As much as I love whiling away a few moments petting and playing with my pussy, it has been made perfectly clear that this particular pussy belongs to nobody but herself. She is her own pussy and if anyone wants to stroke, tease or play with her, it'll be on her terms alone.

Perhaps I should take this moment to remind my gentle readers that before you think that this is a post of a more risque nature, please remember that I am currently living with a cat.



Cats are indeed funny creatures, as I've discovered. I rarely have met a beast that could both melt one's heart as well as to make one their servant. It gets to the point where you realize that a cat's love is a gift, not a guarantee.

Which actually seems to parallel many relationships I've had with their human female counterparts, but that's a story best left for another day. For now, this brief feeling is all that I have as I type this with a purring pussy in my lap.