Waiting outside while the nurse visits...she broke my heart
So my beloved nurse visited on Wednesday and noted that Mook A had again lost weight (31 pounds, he keeps crowing!) and then said, pointing at me, "But this one has gotten fat!" I was so stunned I let myself be ushered out onto the balcony, my heart broken.
Things took a decidedly pleasanter turn yesterday with the visit of a friend of the Mooks', whom up 'til now I've been calling Mookette but who, because I like her, deserves a name (unlike the Mooks). She's Cate and she's lovely and funny and never stops playing with me. She's also the only one the Mooks will leave me alone with—they don't spend all their time "protecting" her from me as they do with the nurses and any other visitor who walks through the door.
What I really love about Cate is that she plays rough. I mean really rough. The two of us will get on the sofa and just go at it. I can nip all I want, I can yank at her clothing and she just laughs her head off and throws me about. It's wild stuff! Yesterday, though, it got just that little bit wilder.
I mean, she always smells so good (I still have her scent on me hours after she's gone and it comforts me), and she's so physical, and when we fight it's crazed and she gives me these great hugs and kisses. Well...a boy just reacts. We were playing like mad and she needed a breather but I don't give those, so she just rolled her back and hid her face while I tried to pull her hair from behind. Except...
...except as I was trying to jump up her back to grab her short hair, I was...well...reminded of something...something deep and instinctual which has been hidden in the darkness for so long. I realized I wasn't jumping on her back anymore, that I was holding on with my paws and then...well then. You know!!!
She didn't know what I was up to back there, but Mook A must have seen the dazed look on my face or understood the reason why my tongue was dangling out and he roared: "LÉO! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" Of course I did though, if this had been the real thing, I would have been locked in (if you know what I mean and I think you do).
Cate said, "What is he doing?" as I scrambled to the other end of the couch. A bellowed, "Have a look and guess!"
Sure enough, I had about two pink inches jutting out and set to calming them down as quickly as possible by licking frantically. Cate's reaction was to laugh like a nut and I felt a little easier but A wouldn't leave it alone, so to speak: "You disgusting little animal!"
Cate just laughed, my part went back to where it had been hidden and I just looked across the room at A, trying to burn him to cinders with my eyes.
That motherfucking hypocrite! I happen to know for a fact...well, let's just say this: if he ever dies in a car accident, he better hope that his fucking iPod gets destroyed along with him 'cause the gigs of porn he carries in that thing would keep an army of slavering rub-off artists busy for a year.
For the rest of Cate's visit I just cuddled up to her and slept the sleep of the satisfied.
Ain't anatomy a funny thing?
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