Pale Golden Crescent Moon

Evening of the pale golden crescent moon, and of the peach golden sunset, my Beautiful Big Cats...the autumn air is cooler and shivered the Kougar last night.
Purr-hmmm...it seems as though there are new cougar impersonators out there, or just wannabes...or, Big Kitties, you be the quickdraw judge...remember the cartoon character, Quickdraw McGraw, older cool cats?
Meow and a flick of moi’s tail...back to the faux cougars now abounding upon the landscapes of America. It seems the Savannah breed of cat, created by cross-breeding a domestic cat with the African Serval cat, are being mistaken for cougars, given their larger size and a particular coloring which could resemble a real live cougar. Although, not their wild spotted coloring,
Yowl and howl with amusement, the Kougaress read a news story about a college student who was fooled by the Savannah cat’s attempt to impersonate a cougar. Which does appear to be an ongoing *insert cat smirk here* ruse.

From Wiki on the Savannah cat breed ~
Savannahs are known to jump up on top of doors, refrigerators and high cabinets. Some Savannahs can leap about 8 feet (2.5 m) high from a standing position. Savannahs are very inquisitive, and have been known to get into all sorts of things; they often learn how to open doors and cupboards, and anyone buying a Savannah will likely need to take special precautions to prevent the cat from getting into things.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savannah_(cat)

Today, the Kougar posted an unedited excerpt of, Black Cat Beauty, her Coming Soon novella from Liquid Silver Books on the Love Romances Café loop ~ Kick off to Creatures of the Night Theme Days is: October 2nd: Sexy Vampires and Sinful Shape Shifters

Unedited Excerpt: BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ CHAPTER ONE

"Bored." Sable tossed back her auburn waves of thigh-length hair, sauntering inside the main ballroom of the privately owned gothic mansion.
"Flat." She wrinkled her nose, and wished she could flip her own tail, instead of being stuck with the fake listless cat tail of her costume. With casual flair she set the champagne glass on the first passing tray, waiter attached, and kept on gliding into the main party area of the monstrous mansion.
Remembering not to flip her ears in search of Yisbet’s high-pitched signal, a keening sound beyond human hearing, Sable surveyed the Halloween crowd of black cats, and decided Halle Berry’s version of Catwoman won out as the most favored costume, with the Eartha Kitt costumes coming in a close second. If it hadn’t been for the fact that most of those present were humans, encased in their second-skin black cat costumes, Sable would have felt right at home.
"Ooooh, Dracula black cat," she cooed to a tall man who was obviously gay. His gaze slobbered over the boy toy waiter passing between them. Yet, he grinned at her, his fake whiskers at odd angles on his artfully painted face.
Listening for Yisbet, her long-time friend and surveillance partner, Sable wove through the loose crowd of partying black cats, who flirted with the realization that the night was still young, with midnight several hours away.
"Felix, the cat," she teased with her tone, then tweaked the paunchy man’s black fur cheek. He was one of the few guests with extra love handles showing on his short frame, and probably a producer invited to this celebrity shindig.
"Yeah, honey, you got some cat scratch fever for me?" he asked like Mel Brooks. She paused, smiling at his good-natured comeback.
"Wouldn’t want to tangle with your wife. She’s an Amazon compared to me."
"How’d you know the redhead cat burglar was my wife?"
"Smell." Gripping the tip of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, she wiggled it in an imitation of Samantha from Bewitched TV fame.
He grinned widely just as Yisbet signaled. Sable gave him a sassy grin, then pivoted toward the long low bar. Elegant and chic in design, it was covered by red mahogany, the expensive leather stitched in a large diamond design.
Sable smiled at several other men, her natural cat-like grace causing them to stare, even though the curves of her lower half were more generous than was allowed in tinsel shallow town.
"You’re late to the party." Yisbet saluted her arrival with a generous-sized gimlet.
"Can’t a black cat have some scary fun on All Hallow’s Eve?" Casually Sable leaned on her elbow, and languorously planted her hip against the bar.
Yisbet stopped mid-sip. "What did you do?"
"Just a ‘little tiny wee’ chase. A four-footed bounce and pounce through the local haunted house."
Yisbet scowled for an instant. "You’re lucky no one tasered you or hit you with a blast of pepper spray."
"The kiddies loved it," Sable defended, grinning. "Most of them cheered when I chased Freddie Krueger. They clapped and hopped, very happy, and were especially excited over my departing finale’..." Sable waved away the willowy black cat bartender, who strongly resembled Audrey Hepburn.
"What?" Yisbet reluctantly prompted, rolled her eyes.
"I hissed and spit viciously at them while arching my back. Then I performed the typical cat scream. As bedlam ensued about me, the parents clacking and clucking like hysterical chickens, I bared my scary claws and evilly flattened my ears. Right on cue, I sprang like a panther, straight for Frankenstein’s face. Splat! I hit my target. Sinking my claws into his mask like a wildcat, I clung as he whirled around grabbing at me." Sable flipped a triumphant smile. "Quite enjoyable until the sirens yowled in my ears." Cocking her head, she peered into her friend’s face, then offered a light-hearted grin. "Are you going to report my misbehavin’ antics?"

A kiss beneath the pale golden crescent moon from the Kougar...