Ohmigosh, she was so full of herself. No wonder Fritti referred to her as Miss Sassypaws. And Phoebe knew she was full of herself as well, and about as lewd as her brother was... but this cat! This cat took the cake! And her as well... How had that even happened? Phoebe had said it to her brother before; girls are icky for sex. She wanted her brother, or other males... so how had this happened?
It was the power of Sheboom. She bore her nickname of Miss Sassypaws for a reason. She was just that good. Her plush fur, her golden eyes full of twinkles, her sensuous voice, her rolling purr... she was just so seductive. And so sneaky! She had complimented Phoebe on her gorgeous long fur. She had suggested they help each other grooming, because the plush fur she possessed herself, and Phoebe's long fluffy fur deserved to be kept in good shape. She had suggested they went to the bed up in the house the human that took care of Sheboom and all those other cats lived in, because that was so very comfortable, and cats deserved the best comfort available, after all, because they were cats. It all sounded so logical.
And when that Burmese started grooming her... that warm rolling purr, the slow movements of that plush tail, the soft rubbing of the plush paws across her fluffy fur... she had not even noticed when Sheboom had started slowly pushing her over onto her back. She only noticed when she suddenly found herself with a faceful of chocolate pussy... cat, and those grooming licks decisively changed into something that had nothing to do with grooming anymore. And... she was drawn in. The sight, the scent... the taste. Yeah, maybe she would say thank-you to Fritti for introducing them after all... Maybe."
Story and Sheboom (brown) and Phoebe (calico) are property of
\n\t\t\t\t\tfrittiI just loved creating these two gorgeous ladies!!