The Goddess of Hellfire

The Kougar performs a huge cat stretch, so delightful. Another gray day on the ice-freed prairie. The sun looks like a fuzzy out-of-focus moon, but warmer is better. So, let's see wonderful Big Kittie Lovers, what wisdom do we have for today? Or should the Kougaress consult the crystal ball of her inner witch?
Ahhh, magic. Title Magic. Monday is the exciting enchanting day our Title Magic blog is launched. Yay! Meow! Yay! Purr! And happily, the Kougar has just learned two of her title magic buddies, Evonne and Mel are Leos, the sacred sun in Leo at the time of their birth upon the Mother.
No, the Kougaress is not a Leo, however she joins them in the fire sign realm of Aries, as both the notorious and notoriously shy Goddess of Hellfire. For two nights now the Kougar has been dreaming of that oldie goldie song, I am the God of Hellfire. Not much to the lyrics, but the song is a dramatic explosion, and wildfire-adored by the Kougaress. Upon her first listening, her paws and her sleek body sinuously flew in the fiercest dance.
And who among you can resist a heroine who is banished from another world for a time of repentance and learning, who can turn into all things flame, who can shape-shift into fire. Or has that useful skill of devouring fire, quite effective for the ubiquitous out-of-control forest fires of this day and age. Yes, another one of the Kougar's works in progress. So much writing-fun, so little writing time. And so many shiver-intriguing powers to explore.
Yeee-owww, remembering the crystal ball, the Kougaress is sensing dramatic changes ahead for most of us on this erratic, weather-changing planet -- this planet of wars and prophetic tribulations. Walk steadily, dear big cats, walk with love. But also walk with fierceness.

Encouraging kisses from the Kougar...

Raining Ice Kisses the Prairie

It's raining ice here on the big kitty prairie. Spears of ice fall, glimmering their fantasy brightness from the aged tree outside my favorite window. The tree forms a huge v at the base before spreading upwards into the wild blue yonder...well, an exaggeration, but Ms. Tree is tall with her age, her limbs pruned by the savage methods of nature many times. Crash, crash on the ground, and smacking bangs on the Kougar's domain, the coating of ice falls in every shape and size. It looks like a strange rain fall, but loud and wonderful and glittering tiny, tiny rainbows all the way down. The sun is finally shining again on the prairie so beautiful, deep with grass, the tan grasses cover the thick green grass beneath a sky of moderate soft blue. Tame thin puffs of cloud hang in the southern sky, left over from the gray blanket of yesterday.

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Raining ice kisses the prairie with much-needed moisture. Thank you, Divine Bast.

A loving smooch to All from the Kougar...

Nightmare Kiss on a Gray Day

Hello, Big Kittie Lovers, despite the treacherous ice gravel path, the Kougar has accomplished her shopping hunt in fine-claw style, especially the bargain on organic egg nog. All that luscious cream with the spices that put the 'satisfied purring smile' on the Kougar's lips.
So, what great and wonderful message does the Kougar offer today? This gray day following several gray icy rainy days on the tame, yet cattle-resplendent prairie. The Kougar is yowling-frustrated. No shining sun upon her furry face. No sunrise glorious colors, no vermilion neon sun on the bare-limbed horizon. No pink-blazing clouds.
Back to the message, the Kougar in repose impatiently slaps her splendid whip-like caramel furred tail on the comfort of her carpet. For, the message offered up in her strange Alfred Hitchcock nightmare, had to be pondered upon before being deciphered. No easy task, brave big kitties, for the acts of ugliness in the nightmare were truly horrifying. In scene after tv drama scene the evil get their own back, eventually in a circle of fate which devours its own tail. Yes, the corrupt in soul and moral and deed end up disposing of their own. May it ever be so, so the innocent and the good among us no longer become casualties of their evil deeds. Now that would be a good New Year, in the Kougar's ever humble rumbling opinion.
Indeed, a nightmare kiss on a gray day.

Candy sweet kisses from the Kougar...it is the holiday season.

Kiss to the Cougar Girl

The Kougar would like to very personally *rub...rub, purr...purr* thank the Weather Spirits, Mother Earth and the Divine Bast for the warmer temps that spared her electrical lines and her many splendid trees from too much of an ice coating, despite adoring such a fairy crystalline world.
And no, my Big Kittie Lovers, she did not ruthlessly frighten that poor woman at her hot tub. Though, the Kougar must confess a sensual delight in the hot tub water-whirling experience. Yum, yum memories of hot tubs.
Ahhh, the crystal ball is clearing, let the Kougaress see if she can do a little channeling of the alleged hot tub loving cougar. Come on, pretty kitty, talk to me...what were you doing there? and why? Yes, there is Cougar Spirit helping me connect. Kitty, a girl cougar was just looking for a warm place to rest and hang out while eyeing the neighborhood yappers for some exceptional dining, given that most of the canine yappers are deliciously overweight and muscle tender...quite tasty as a gourmet meal. However, not fulfilling as the real meat of a young elk or a doe. After all, a kitty must prepare for the cold paw winter ahead when food can be scarce...besides, the cougar girl kindly reminded the woman that Cougar Spirit wished to help her, speak with her...the woman needed to bring forth her big cat ferociousness, her ability to survive in the asphalt mean world belonging to humanity. The cougar girl wishes All a happy hunting season and reminds us we all need to live together in balance, for all of us to live on the Mother, the Great Mother Earth.
The Kougaress vision-sees the cougar girl presenting a bow of respect and appreciation because someone has actually listened to her words, the wisdom she is here to offer.
Thank You, Cougar Spirit. The Kougaress presents a bow of reverence to you.

Kiss to the Cougar Girl, and kisses to All from the Kougar...

Icy Kissed Playground

The Kougar is playfully sliding over her ice realm. Fortunately her transport off the prairie is running, de-icing its windows. Thank you, Bast, and knock on wood, or tap, tap goes her paw on the nearest wooden surface. Yes, cold icy slickness rules the world outside the Kougar's cozy lair, where all is humming with vital electricity, and the food supply is large enough -- another ice storm is expected...smile, the Kougaress loves Mother Nature. One must always revere the Mother if her graces are to be expected and granted. Like no fallen electrical lines, heavy with crystalline casings of ice. Thank you.
Her own icy playground, this always leads the Kougaress to her Mad Max thoughts and sci fi future speculations. Truth be told, most of us are walking the tight rope of existence upon Mother Earth, most easily demonstrated by New Orleans after Katrina. If a massive outage of electricity occurred for any length of time over our beloved country...well, it doesn't require much mental prowess to envision the catastrophic consequences.
Sad to say -- the Kougar scowls formidably -- those who are supposed to care about us, care about our beloved land, those who lead us -- no, they don't care. Not truly care. Their hearts are encased in ice, frozen against caring, really caring about us All. At best they care about their loved ones, and try to fight the good fight. Try, being the operative word and thus, always ineffective. Not many Mr. Smith's in Washington, DC these days.
No, as the Kougar has recently heard from many mouths, the District of Columbia has become the District of Criminals. At worst, the so-called leaders care about their offshore bank accounts, their slush funds, their latest scams to gain more power...because, ultimately, power is the name of the game. And remember, dear Big Kitties, as I'm certain you do...absolute power corrupts absolutely.
However, the Kougar gazes out at her icy kissed playground and prays with dedication for a better day, a better future for us All...while devotedly writing her sci fi future smut novels.

Icy kisses from the prairie...

Kisses from the Cub-Child

Traversing the crazy quixotic world of dreams, the Kougar has given birth to a wild child ferocious cub. Being in her human form at the time this seemed particularly odd. The father shall remain nameless, since he was nameless in the dream and hardly aware of his progeny. This is hardly surprising given the sudden 'yay! painless birth and the fact that it might as well have been another case of immaculate conception.
No, my Big Kittie Lovers, no romping yowling mating fun at all in this dream. Just a cub the Kougaress kept trying to take care of, who did love his mommy. Maybe that's the good news of the dream...a loving mother and her cub-child.
Ahhh, the christmas time of year...the birth. Perhaps an opportunity for the birth of new love on our blue marble spinning world. Love as a spiritual force. Love between parent and child. Love between woman and man. Love between couples. Love between friends...love in all it's wonderful warm facets. Love.
The birth of new love...the Kougar likes that...purring rumble purr...a purring smile.

Kisses from the cub-child and his mother...

Kiss of Happiness

Grrrr...the Kougar is in a grrrr-ing mood. Not helped by the tumble-chaos of hormones, and not the fun kind. Except when she's writing those deliciously hot smut scenes, which she just did for her cursed goddess and her hero, an ongoing work in progress.
Let me curl into a comfortable position and pose a question, my Big Kittie Lovers, what is happiness to you?
Do you know anyone, in this current day and age (headed for the 2012 showdown) -- do you know anyone who is truly happy?
I don't mean moments of happiness or even a day of happiness...but, do you know anyone who is fundamentally happy?
When the Kougaress peers out at the world, at the so-called stars and celebrities, at the foppish over-dressed politicians and their cohorts, at all the martial law authority figures telling us how we can live and how we cannot, and at all the nanny whiny ninnies telling us how we can live and how we cannot -- when she stealthily walks among the good and decent and loving humans going about their everyday lives...there is no happiness in their eyes. No sparks of fire in the depths of their beautiful human eyes for life, for living. No zest (forget the soap). No fundamental happiness.
However, dear Big Cats, the Kougar's observations may be quite faulty. She did lose her seventies rose-colored glasses quite some time ago. If anyone finds them she would appreciate their immediate return. And offers a huge reward only to be discussed at the time the aforementioned glasses are returned.

Wishing you a deliciously hot kiss from your hero or heroine....and wishing you the kiss of happiness during his holiday season.