A Lazy Kiss

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.

A Tentative Second Kiss

Grrrr from the World of the Kougar,
I launched into thin air over the canyon. Yes, I have officially entered the Crescent Moon Press writer's contest. If you have a meow delicious tingle over fantasy romance, over the paranormal and sci fi in your love stories, well I suggest you free that big cat curiosity and check out crescentmoonpress.com. They are a new start up in e-publishing and already have an impressive pride of authors. Plus, the visuals are pure enchantment, not to mention the dreamy lovely and lyrical prose introduction to their fantastical realm. Which...purr, purr...rub, rub...is why I entered. Even knowing it's a great leap toward a probable no-I-don't-have-a-bite's chance at that luscious prey of opportunity.
A big kougar smooch right on the apple of your cheek.