Purr ~ Unruffled Fur

Ah, Big Kitties, the great and mouse-hiding mysteries of the internet world. Or the mysterious functions of the Kougar's e-mailbox, which has now been adjusted to her 'unblocked' preferences. Mew-Whew, a swipe of moi's furry forehead. It's an unknown dangerous jungle out there for us tech disadvantaged types.

Purr, unruffled fur for now, Big Cats.

Given the droopy state of the Kougaress's eyelids ~ at least, heaven forbid or is that yowling heavens to mergatroid ~ she was not slaughtered on the mean terrifying streets of Chicago, as that other poor-soul cougar, who is now residing happily on the Other Side, idly lounging on a huge comfortable tree limb with the vast open prairie before him, filled with every delightful creature.

However, given moi's state of sleepiness, an unedited paragraph snippet from her WIP Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil (for Siren Publishing).

"O do open your evening jacket to me, master," she crooned, a wicked slice to her tone. "That I may so ease your little pains with the fervent licking of my lusting tongue. Or, would you prefer my tongue as I applied it to your raised and mighty ‘sword’ during Tarimudhi?"

Purr, unruffled fur kisses from the Kougar...