Mew...rumble...purr...and a lazy kiss from the Kougar. Today I feel like rolling in the browning softer grasses of autumn. The winds are sweeping in beneath a blue, cloud-scattered sky -- warm winds today, instead of the chill winds of yesterday. Here, on the paradise plains of the Midwest.
The Kougar was writing-good yesterday. Yes, more progress on her Crescent Moon Press entry - the ever-rewriting, the scrunched-up brow revising...every word in its proper place, a poetic and savage flow of fantasy, of passionate ferocious romance.
And, yes, to all beloveds of the Big Cats...we, like the Kougar, have an inner mew...from the days of domestic bliss...long before the days of Atlantis...
Rumble...purr...a kiss just for you.
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