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Cat Tail

By: Albatross



"Give it to her in the back door!" Someone yelled. The costumed crowd hooted and laughed. I felt sick. I leaned against the bookshelf, bumping my head against the wood and staring at a worn copy of Aldus Huxley's 'Brave New World'. This was humiliating. 

It had all started earlier in the night, while I stood in the kitchen pouring liquid green Jello into glass baking dishes. As I slid the dishes into the fridge, someone called out to me. 

"Hey man, great Bear costume!" I groaned, closing the fridge. I put on a smile, turned. The kitchen was a menagerie of costumed guests, milling around, sipping beer from plastic cups. Clowns, witches, ghosts, a man dressed as a robot, they all chatted and laughed, swaying to the music coming from the living room. I was dressed in a full-body brown bear suit, my nose painted black. 

A pirate walked up to me. "Hey Papa, where's Mama Bear? I thought you and Jenni were-" 

"Yeah, we were." I said dryly. "Excuse me, won't you?" I said, avoiding eye contact. I headed towards the hallway. 

In the hall I stopped, trying to breathe. It was hot in the bear suit. I was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, but I was sweating. Part of it was the circumstance. Jenni, my girlfriend of a year, had cajoled me into throwing this costume party. My roommate agreed, and we spent the week decorating the house. Jenni and I rented our bear-suits, one of which I wore; the other was hanging forlornly in my closet. I stood under the green light in the hall, marveling at how cruel life was. 

A group of giggling ballerinas swarmed into the hallway, passing a joint back and forth. I slid past them, heading for the back door. I thought I'd go to the back yard, get some fresh air and take a leak. I pressed through the crowd of costumes dancing in the living room. Then I froze. 

Jenni was there. She was standing in the corner, dressed in a tiny red-sequined dress. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, her pouty lips painted with bright lipstick. The hem of her dress was ridiculously high, revealing her pale thighs in the orange party lights. She saw me, then leaned towards this huge guy, dressed as a pro basketball player. He whispered something to her, and she rubbed her hand along his body, rippling the vinyl '99' on his chest. 

I didn't know his name, I didn't even know the name of the player he was supposed to be. It didn't matter. There she was, rubbing her red sequined bosom up against him, their lips tangling and smearing against each other. I watched his hands slide down her back, heading for the pleats in her skirt. 

I turned around, heading for the bathroom. I bumped into my roommate, Thomas. He looked over my shoulder, frowning. 

"Aw, man, that ain't right. You guys broke up three days ago!" 

"Two days ago." I said. I forced myself not to look.

"In your own house, no less. Should I make them leave?" Thomas was a great friend. 

"No, we don't want a scene. What the hell kind of costume is she wearing, anyway?" I asked. 

"Oh, Marty's around here somewhere, videotaping shit. Jenni and him came as a 'Pimp-and-Ho' couple." Thomas smirked, shaking his head. "It's appropriate I guess." he added, patting me on my back as I headed down the hall. 

I made it to the bathroom door, and then I heard it again. 

"Hey, Papa Bear! Where's Mama?" I gritted my teeth, not even looking up. I reached for the bathroom doorknob. I turned it quickly, swinging the door inward. 

"Occupied!" 

I looked up. Sitting on the toilet was a Tiger. Bindi, a slender, long-haired student from India was sitting on the toilet, her tiger suit unzipped and around her ankles. She grabbed at the suit, pulling it up to cover her bare lower body, her long black hair covering her chest. 

"Whoah, sorry." I averted my eyes, backing up and closing the door. I sighed, leaning against the wall. I stood there for a moment before I realized Bindi wasn't wearing ANYTHING under that tiger suit. No bra, no undies, nothing. My mind lingered on these details, trying to forget the scene in the living room. 

The door opened. Bindi came out, grinning. The tiger suit fit her lithe body like a glove, accentuating every curve. Her form was almost painted with black-and-orange stripes, a long plush tail sticking out above her firm buns. 

"Sorry," I said, feeling guilty. 

"It's okay. It wouldn't have been so bad, but I have to unzip this whole damn thing to pee." She waggled her black nose and painted on whiskers at me, giving me a crooked smile. 

"I know what you mean." I didn't, really. My bear-suit had buttons up the front, and a nice flap over the groin, which reminded me I needed to pee. I tried to step past her to the bathroom. She put an orange paw on my chest, stopping me. 

"Are you alright?" Bindi and I had Psychology together. She was a very bright student, and extremely perceptive. She studied my face for a moment. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." I tried to smile, pushing past to the bathroom. Bindi was not sated. She held me still, looking into my eyes. "I saw them earlier. That's not your fault." She patted me consolingly. It was an odd comment, but it felt strangely reassuring. I thanked her. 

Bindi smiled. She leaned up and gave me a kiss, right on the lips. It was warm. I sighed, trying to tell myself I was too sad to enjoy it. Bindi touched my cheek with her plush paw and headed down the hallway. 

In the bathroom, I sat down on the toilet. The seat was warm. I thought about Bindi's dark legs, her flesh resting on the seat moments before. I had always been attracted to Bindi, but being with Jenni had been enough. For some reason I tried to think about Jenni, tried to be sad. But I kept feeling that warm seat under me. 

Later on I wandered the party a bit, smiling to guests, picking up empty beer cups. In one room we had a black light, and people were dancing slowly to jazz. There was a small crowd there. Several of the group were whispering, stealing glances into the corner. I walked in, leaning on my room-mate's book shelf to see what everyone was watching. 

I felt my stomach go cold. There, sitting on a futon couch in the corner was Jenni and #99. Jenni's straps were off her shoulders, her red dress drooping to reveal her white bra, which glowed in the backlight. The two were making out, groping each other fiercely. 

Marty was there, dressed as a Pimp, his checked blazer one size too big. He chewed on a fake cigar, and in his hand he held a video camera. He looked through the viewfinder, angling for a better shot and putting on the airs of a porn director. 

"Smile for the camera, love." Jenni smiled, pretending to be shocked as #99 groped her breast. A few people giggled. Marty warmed to the attention, giving them further direction. 

"All right now, I want to see penetration. Don't you guys?" Marty questioned the group. A few people laughed, most nodded and agreed. I was desperate to turn away, but I couldn't. I clutched the hard book-case, trying to dig my fuzzy bear-claws into the wood. 

Jenni spread her legs, revealing white panties, which also glowed in the black light. #99 smiled, pulling her body towards his as he pretended to mount her. They dry-humped, pretending to be passionately screwing. Marty filmed it, moving around from angle to angle. 

"What else do we want to see?" Marty hollered. A few suggestions were murmured, then someone called out. 

"Give it to her in the back door!" The costumed group hooted and laughed. I felt sick. I leaned against the bookshelf, bumping my head against the wood and staring at the worn copy of 'Brave New World'. I looked up to see Bindi there, by the door, looking at me over the crowd. 

Jenni turned around, bending over the couch. The big guy leaned over her, lifting up the back of her dress. He pretended to have to force his way in. Jenni squealed on cue, and he began thrusting up against her ass. As he pretended to pump her, the group hollered more loudly, laughs mingling in. 

This was particularly hard to watch. I had wanted to have anal sex with Jenni for the whole year of our relationship, and she strictly forbade it. The idea that she could just casually joke about it with this lunk, in front of everyone, made me sick with jealousy. My face a stiff mask, I leaned fully into the bookshelf, trying to melt into the shadows. 

With a creak, the bookshelf beside me buckled, tipping sideways before cracking apart. It fell with a CRASH, books sliding everywhere, covering the floor. I grabbed at them, trying to save something from hitting the ground. Everyone turned around to look at me. My face was red. I stood there, holding the only book I could save, the copy of 'Brave New World'. Jenni and #99 got up from the couch, peering around the group to see me. 

"Sorry." I mumbled to nobody in particular. Thomas rushed in. He took a look around. "Oh, nice work, man." He grinned at me, and I grinned back sheepishly, pleading with him for some kind of help. 

"There's Jello shots in the kitchen!" Thomas yelled. Everyone smiled, heading out the door. Jenni, Marty and #99 walked by. I avoided all eyes, studying the book in my hand as though I had never seen it before. Thomas patted me on the back. 

"We'll deal with it in the morning, man. Go have a shot." I nodded, dropping the book. I followed him out of the empty room. 

I got a beer and ended up in the back yard, alone. I tooks swigs from the bottle, laughing nervously, talking to myself to shrug off the humiliation. The back door opened, and I saw the silhouette of a large cat against the porch light. I withdrew into the shadows. 

Bindi looked around, scanning the darkness. She headed towards me. "Don't you know cats can see in the dark?" She said, leaves crunching under foot as she neared me. 

"Sorry." I said. "I wasn't hiding." Bindi shrugged it off. 

"You don't need to explain. I saw those two going at it." Now I shrugged, kicking the brick wall of the house. Bindi walked up, locking my eyes with hers. She leaned in and kissed me, her warm lips pulling at mine. I felt her paws wrap around my back. 

We made out for a little while, kissing and groping through our fuzzy suits. She put my hands on her breasts, then started rubbing my fur-covered groin. I finally separated from the passion, holding her back for a moment. 

I wanted to make eye contact, make her feel welcome, but I was still thinking about the scene inside. Bindi studied my face. 

"I can see we're going to have to get you past this if we're going to have any fun tonight." I looked at Bindi, a little weary. Sometimes she was just a little too analytical. "I mean it," She said deviously. "You need therapy." 

"It wouldn't bother me so much if it wasn't so…recent." I said, trying to get her to drop it. I moved in for a kiss, but Bindi pulled back, grinning. 

"You're not getting off that easily. Is that really all? You seemed to be doing okay until the end there, when he was pretending to, you know, give it to her in the-" 

"Yeah, well, that's always been kind of a sticking point for me and Jenni." I said, a little too quickly. "I'm glad she's apparently gotten over it." I sighed, feeling as transparent as my beer bottle. 

Bindi kissed my neck, looking into my eyes. "They were just playing." She said softly. 

"Yeah, I know." I kissed Bindi back. Her tongue entered my mouth, then came out, tracing little circles on my lips. 

Bindi pivoted around, putting her back to me. She wrapped my plush brown arms around her body. Her rear end pressed into my groin, pushing me against the brick wall. 

"So you like to do it back there, huh?" She asked. I dropped my beer in the leaves. I was rarely this casual talking about sex, so I struggled with the words. The beer helped. 

"Well, I like the idea of it." I coughed. 

"Oh." She said ponderously. She purred, rubbing her body against me. Our fur rubbing against each other created a little static electricity, wisping strands of her long hair into the air. 

Bindi looked around the back yard, then moved slightly away from me. "Here, unzip me." My brain took a moment to process what she said. 

I stared dumbly at the silver zipper on the back of her suit. I almost spoke, then instinct took over. I pulled at the metal device, the tangs separating with a creaking noise. I got it all the way down to her lower back and stopped. 

Bindi slid the cat costume over her shoulders. It was amazing, watching the fur peel away from her dark skin, revealing her neck, her toned arms, the soft curve of her lower back. She lowered it to the top curve of her rump, then paused. She pulled her orange paw-gloves off with her teeth, then slid her arms out of the suit. 

Her upper body was completely exposed in the cool autumn air. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, the tips resting on the edge of the plush suit, which still clung to her rump. Bindi pulled her hair around, over one shoulder, then leaned forward to allow me access. 

"Pull it down." She said softly. I put my fingers underneath the edges of the furry fabric, tugging it over the curve of her bottom. I stared at her firm, dark ass, rubescent in the cool glow of the moon. 

"Use your finger." She said. 

"For what?" I asked, my brain not quite functioning. 

"Put it in there, silly." She said. 

"In where?" 

"You know where." She purred, reaching for my hand. She put in on her lower back, guiding it down. 

I could barely contain my excitement. I struggled to stay in the moment, to savor it, to pay attention to every detail. Her butt was firm, the cheeks reluctantly gave way to my probing hand. I used one hand to push them apart, the other to slowly probe for her anus. 

I found it. My index finger rubbed it slowly, carefully, almost scared to go in. She pushed her ass back towards me, the fingertip sliding in. She pushed back farther. My finger made its way past the puckering muscle. I could feel her contracting and releasing on me, the warmth wrapped around my finger like a glove. 

She grabbed my hand with hers. "You're so gentle." She said. In this case, it was a reprimand. She grabbed my hand with hers, pushing it up against her ass. My finger drove in deeper. She gasped. 

Bindi held me there for a moment. Her anus flexed again and she leaned forward, my finger sliding out slightly. I could feel the cool autumn air on the moist part of the digit, exposed. 

"I think I like it." She whispered. I melted. I was trying not to panic. Breathe, man, breathe. 

Bindi started rocking her pelvis back and forth, my finger sliding in and out of her ass. She was standing on her toes now, her firm legs still sheathed in the orange and black fur. I stared at her round, brown calves, flexing as she rocked. I love calves, and I couldn't resist – with my furry foot I slid the fabric down slightly, trying to get a better view. 

Bindi took this as some sort of signal, because she shifted, sliding her leg up, extricating one nimble little foot from the paw. She moved her bare leg to the side, widening her stance. As her ass spread wider, I took a risk and drove my finger in to the hilt. 

"Uhn!" She gasped, going on tip-toe to soften the impact. "Are you okay?" I whispered, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was around. She groaned, then sank down slowly, lowering herself onto my finger. It went all the way in to the knuckle. 

"That's all there is." I said. She smiled, turning to kiss my neck. 

"Hmmmm." She purred. Whispered really, but it felt it like a cat's purr, vibrating in my chest. She reached down and caressed my pulsing crotch. 

The back door clanged open. Bindi slid forward quickly, my finger gliding out of her ass. She pulled on her suit, tugging it over her shoulders. 

I looked for my beer. Bindi finished putting on her suit. Putting her paw gloves on, she looked at our company. 

"Is it...them?" I asked, peeking around the bushes. The group of giggling ballerinas had come outside, lighting a joint. The pirate and the robot followed them out, looking for some action. Bindi watched my reaction. 

"You mean Jenni and Marty? No. You're safe." She said. I sighed. Then I gritted my teeth. 

"I wish it was them. Just so she knew how it felt." I said. Bindi pulled me into a hug. She looked deep in my eyes, then flashed a crooked smile. 

"Here. Hold onto this." She said. Bindi put my hand on her tiger-tail. I held it, following her as she walked past the giggling people and entered the party. 

I wondered what she was up to. Bindi wove in and out of the crowd, pulling me behind her. Then she neared the kitchen. The small room was packed, people eating lime green Jello shots and laughing. Then I saw Jenni there, sitting on the counter, necking with #99. 

I stopped, tugging Bindi by the tail. She stopped, turning back to me. 

"Come on." She said. "What are you going to do?" I asked. She smiled that crooked smile and winked. "Trust me." Bindi headed straight for Jenni, me trailing behind holding her tail. 

Jenni was just leaning into a kiss with her man when Bindi minced up. "Excuse me, Jenni? Could you hand me the lotion?" Jenni looked up, annoyed. Bindi pointed. There was a bottle of lotion next to the dish soap. Jenni grabbed it. She tried to hand it over. 

"Actually, could you just pump some in my hand?" Bindi asked, pulling off one of her furry paws. Jenni pumped the bottle twice. "Sorry. More than that. I'll say when." Jennifer pumped again, and again, and again. Bindi smiled. The mound of lotion threatened to spill out of her cupped palm. 

"When" She said. Bindi turned, heading out of the kitchen. Jenni threw me a look, just as Bindi's tail tugged me towards the hallway. I looked over my shoulder as we went through. Jenni still held the lotion, watching me walk out, clutching Bindi's tail. 


Bindi led me into the dance room. The black light was still on, the floor covered in books. People didn't want to dance in the books, I guess. I stepped over the copy of "Brave New World" towards the bed. Bindi let go of my hand, cupping hers under her other in case any lotion spilled. Bindi stood next to the futon, catching the stray lotion drops. We marveled at the liquid in her hand – it glowed a bright yellow under the black light. 

"I think you're going to have to unzip me again." She said, her mouth in that crooked smile. I took a breath like a good little Zen-Bear, and reached for the zipper. I slowly slid it down, revealing her muscular back once again. In the black light her skin was even darker, and my own had taken on a shade of tan. I slid the suit over her shoulders, when she stopped me. 

"Shoot. Wait a minute. I can't take this suit of holding this stuff." She bit her lip, thinking. "We need to put it somewhere useful. Take off your suit." 

I looked around. The door to the hall was cracked open, but nobody was there. I reached down and undid the flap on my bear suit, exposing my underwear. 

"Oh, that is just no fair. Why didn't I get a flap?" She said. Bindi pulled down my underwear, exposing my stiff penis. My 7" sprang out, and I felt comical, a big brown bear with a human wanger hanging out. 

Bindi reached down with her cupped hand. Instead of just grabbing my member, she lowered the mound of lotion underneath it, then glided her open palm under me, coating the bottom of my cock gently. She then did likewise with the sides, then the top. My penis was coated in fluorescent yellow lotion, and she still had a considerable portion in her hand. 

"Here we go." There was a bag of unused plastic beer cups on a shelf. Bindi pulled one out and tipped her hand, dribbling the excess lotion into it. She rubbed her hands together, then slid them into the gap in my suit, pulling open the buttons as she went up. She rubbed my stomach, my chest, her hands working their way up to my neck. My upper body exposed, she pulled me close, rubbing her furry chest on mine. 


Cat Tail



"Undress me." She hissed. I grabbed the suit, peeling it down over her chest. Her breasts were were amazing - round, dark, with chocolate kiss nipples. I slid the suit all the way down, past her hips, going to my knees as I did. Her mound was staring me in the face. I smelled her sweet wetness, felt the heat of it in front of me. I leaned forward to taste her, but she backed off.

"There's time for that later. You know what I came in here for, silly." I couldn't believe the order of events here. I stood up. 

"Um, Bindi, this isn't exactly the standard, um, order of events for a hookup. I mean-" 

Bindi stepped fully out of her suit, her long brown hair shimmering in the eerie purple of the black light. Bindi held the lotion cup out, dipping my hand into it. She turned around, raising her curvy rump into the air. 

"You were saying?" She asked. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I carefully dropped a dollop of lotion above her anus. 

"Oh god, it's soooo cold!" She whispered. I smiled, rubbing it down in circles. My fingers kissed her opening once, barely touching it. She pushed back immediately, trying to get my digits inside her. I complied, rubbing the lotion in as I went. 

"Ah! It's even colder in there!" She squeaked. I turned, paranoid, waiting for someone to come in. Meanwhile, Bindi was bouncing lightly backwards, her hands clutching the futon, my finger sliding in and out. 

"You know, I can't believe it, but I actually WANT you in there." 

Bindi leaned over the futon couch, arching her back and sticking her butt into the air. She looked over her shoulder at me. Her hair cascaded down her back, brushing the top of her ass cheeks just above the smears of yellow lotion. 

"Come on. Put it inside." I hesitated, trying to freeze this moment in time. 

"Please?" She moaned softly. Bindi pulled her hair to the side of her neck, giving me a clear view of her round, bare buttocks. 

I put the head of my cock, smeared in fluorescent lotion, at the opening of her anus. She inhaled, obviously bracing. I inhaled with her, trying to tell myself I wouldn't cum instantly. Bindi pushed back, the tip penetrating her. As my thick head pushed past her sphincter, she inhaled again, fast. 

"Oh. There's a big difference between your finger and that." Her voice was calm now, almost serious. 

"We don't have to do this-" I started to say. 

"No. Just go slow." She said. I obliged, sliding carefully in, bit by bit. 

"Hang on. That's all I can take." Bindi adjusted her stance, sliding forward slightly. She rotated her pelvis, taking the cock inside and grinding it around in a shallow circle. I was entranced as the muscles in her buttocks flexed. Then she slid backwards, her butt gobbling up my cock, taking in another inch. 

She buckled, bending farther over the futon. She inhaled slowly. "Okay, okay…" She started pushing back now, rhythmically, my dick inching in and out. Soon my penis was one-half of the way into her. 

"I don't know if I can take it all. I don't know if I can…" Bindi was almost talking to herself, her attention focused on her body. She stood still for a moment, then slowly, relentlessly pushed back into me. I could see the yellow lotion piling up on the edges of her asshole as I reached a new depth. 

"Oh god, oh godohgodohgod." Bindi stopped. She panted, scooting forward. Three-quarters of my 7 inches was within her now. She flexed her anus, making a few short pulls on me. 

"Is that all of it?" She squeaked, turning back to look at me hopefully. 

"Sure." I said, not wanting to pressure her. 

"You're lying." She groaned. 

"Well, there's a little more." I said meekly. Bindi braced herself. 

"Okay, god, just do it…" Bindi put her hand on my thigh, pulling me towards her. 

"UHN!" She cried. I was all the way in, my cock buried up to the hilt, my balls pressing up against her warm pussy. 

"Oh, uhn…" She moaned, panting, various muscles on her body flexing. I waited a moment, then slid in, then out. She relaxed a little, spreading her stance, her hands groping the couch sensuously now. 

"Okay. Oh yeah. Keep doing that. YEAH." She almost yelled, her voice rising above the party noises. I paused, looking at that ajar door. 

"Shhh.." I said. Bindi smiled, putting her hand on my rear, pulling me into her. 

"Harder, silly! HARDER." She yelled again as I penetrated her. Finally I just closed my eyes, getting into a shallow rhythm. I pumped lightly into her, trying not to hit her with that full penetration. Her brown body shimmered in the black light, pulsing against me. 

Soon we were fucking, I mean really fucking. I was pounding her dark, firm ass. Bindi was moaning. I looked up. There were a group of people in the hall now, peering into the black-lit room. I could barely see them, their watches or buttons glimmering in the light. There must have been a few, because I could hear them murmuring. I slowed, unsure. 

Bindi started thrusting against me, using her firm pelvic muscles to drive me into her. She pulled me down on her back, trying to kiss me over her shoulder. "Ignore them." She whispered in between pants. I tried, feeling my chest against her back. Bindi put my hands on her breasts. I cupped them, thumping into her with my pelvis. 

"Oh man, oh god! UHN! UHN!" She got louder and louder. I was nearing my limit. I opened my eyes. There were people in the room now, two couples were making out. Everyone was watching us. And there, at the back, was Jenni and #99. 

I smiled inwardly, feeling my cock gripped by Bindi's ass. "I can't, oh god – I think I'm coming!" She screamed, she put her hands on the back of my ass and pulled me into her. 

"All the way, stay all the way in, oh move like that!" Bindi pressed against me, her breasts bouncing over the couch. "Don't stop! Come inside me!" I hammered into her ass, my pelvis grinding her into the back of the futon. Finally, I felt my cock throbbing, pulsing. 

I exploded, shooting my hot white into her rectum. Her anus continued to flex on me, milking my cock. I groaned, trying to keep pumping as my dick became sensitive. 

Someone clapped. Several couples were in the room now, groping each other. And in the hall was Jenni, her mouth open, staring in shock, disbelief, and what I want to believe was jealousy. 

I grinned. 

I fell on top of Bindi, she rolled over, clutching me, sliding her arms into my furry suit. We kissed, then started laughing. We tumbled down onto the couch and cuddled in the black light, listening to the murmurs and the giggles of the couples making out around us.



Cat Tales



Readers have been requesting more stories about my cats lately…or maybe I just wanted to share. Who can blame me, living with such freaks as these? Recently I’ve shared these stories with the wonderful people in the author’s hangout, and I wanted to share them with any readers brave enough to venture forth into a story about my pussies. So here are a few strange tales, and I hope you enjoy them.

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I have three cats. Cosmic Creepers is my oldest cat, a five-year-old black boy cat. He’s a fairly normal cat except that he is hugely obese. I feel bad for him, really, but I can’t help love the teddy bear-like way he acts…which is to say he lays around and doesn’t do much all day. He’s huge. Twenty pounds if he’s an ounce. One odd thing about Cos is his reaction when you touch him right above the tail, or anywhere on the back, really. He appears to need to lick his front leg. 

Frankly the boy is so big he can’t really keep himself very clean. He can get his front parts just fine, but he can’t clean his back half. I think that this might be where the front-paw-licking-tick comes in. You touch him somewhere he can’t reach himself, and he feels compelled to lick something, anything, clean something, anything, get himself cleaner, anywhere, any-how. I could be wrong, but that’s just my assumption. 

The urge to clean his arm has led to some interesting sights. Sometimes the wonderful lump of a cat will lay on his back and twist around. But, that makes his back tingle, so he’ll flip over as fast as he can to lick his front leg. Unfortunately on his way to lick his front leg he has touched the other side of his back, and so he flips back over to lick the other leg. 

Cosmic is the nicest cat by far, in my opinion. He loves to be a pillow, he loves to cuddle, he purrs really loud. Unfortunately he has really long sharp claws, and doesn’t always treat people as gently as he could. I sleep naked, he sleeps next to me, and if something scares him I’m in for a few scratches. One such scratch was on my cheek for three days. 

Mogwai is my middle cat, a grayish brownish tabby who, frankly, seems to have gone completely insane. I don’t know if it’s something in here genes, or something that I did to her in her early stages of life, but my cat is completely crazy. She had babies when she was way too young, which was fun for me, and seemed to be baffling for her. 

Before Mogwai got pregnant, and keep in mind she was knocked up when she was only four months old, she found a toy that was very, very much to her liking. A stuffed lion small enough for her to carry around by the mane. She licked it, carried it, batted it, chewed it, ripped all the hair out from its head. Some mornings I’d find it in her water dish. Other mornings, more disturbing mornings, it would be right next to my head on my pillow. When she had her kittens she seemed to lose time for the lion, and I thought that the stuffed-animal fetish had ended.

I was wrong.

It’s been over two years since Mogwai’s babies left the nest, and we’ve moved since then. My new apartment has a basement. The basement is filled with boxes. One box was filled with stuffed animals. Mogwai found that box.

Each morning for two weeks I woke up to find another of my stuffed animals had migrated upstairs. Huge stuffed animals, not just little ones. Big stuffed bears, stuffed cats, stuffed Tasmanian-devils. Along with a ton of beanie-babies from my less sensible days. Now they’re everywhere. I keep putting them back downstairs, and she keeps bringing them up. Things as big as she is. Things bigger. Nothing is safe.

Mogwai goes crazy for anything mint or plastic. The best things are the things that are mint flavored plastic. Right now as I speak she is eating a plastic bag that I brought some grapes upstairs in. She chews on plastic, tears at plastic, sits inside plastic bags. She licks plastic until it is soaking wet. She bats at plastic. She loves plastic. 

She goes absolutely crazy for minty things. Gum wrappers, for instance. She'll roll around with them, lick them, rub her face against them, bat them around. Toothbrushes she'll chew on. Candy she'll eat. 

In my last apartment I had this big green painted sheet hanging on the wall of my boring little hallway. It was tacked up at the top in five or six places, and made a great toy for my felines. Sometimes they'd sit behind it, hiding between the cloth and the wall. You could see the lump, but they thought they were being pretty stealthy (they being the three felines...eight when one had kittens) The cats could actually see through the sheet from the other side (I tried it once) so they would sit and wait for a human to walk by. Bat, bat, bat. You'd walk through the hall and your feet would get patted, sometimes gently and sometimes not so gently. Ambush from below.

Mog thought that it was great fun to climb the sheet and balance her way across the taut top. So, of course she taught the trick to her babies. As they grew older, they climbed higher, and many times I'd walk through the halls and find up to four kittens practically suspended in the air. They ripped the sheet to shreds. Finally the kittens were too big to hold it anymore, and one by one the tacks came out. The kittens were given away, and I thought my sheet problems were over...nope.

One day I was on the computer and I heard the unmistakable sounds of claws climbing the sheet. Then there was a strange ripping sound and a cat-like shriek of surprise. I got up to see what had happened. In theory, Mogwai was climbing up the sheet, preparing to do her trick of walking across the not-so-taut-anymore top of it, when the last tack let go. My cat was sent flying like Tarzan through the hall, and when I found her she was still clinging to the fabric.

The sheet is now folded nicely in a dresser drawer.

Kenna, aka “the bear,” aka “the kenna mog,” aka “lil mog” is an adorable calico. She’s Mogwai’s daughter, thus the Mog-like nicknames. Kenna is the first of my cats to be raised as an indoor/outdoor cats. Being the nervous type I mostly kept my cats inside before her, but from the time she was a baby to the present Kenna has been used to coming and going as she pleased. Spoiled, that’s what it is. 

Kenna is the baby of the family, and even though she’s over two-years old she still acts like a baby. Her cries are like that of a little kitten, and she seems to expect everyone to treat her like the youngest. She bounces from one cat to another person, expecting attention lavished on her. But she’s very flighty, this one, and if you grab her she squeals and whines until you put her down and let her run away. She’s always just out of reach, unlike my other two cats who love to cuddle.

Most of the Kenna Mog is white, so she gets dirty very easily. I have a way to decide whether she can go out or not based on the color of her fur. She’ll go out, roll around in the dirt or do whatever it is she does to get so dirty, come in gray, and I won’t let her out again until she’s perfect white again. Somehow it doesn’t take long. I don’t know how much dirt ends up in her stomach every day, but she does get help from Mogwai, who has resigned herself to being a full time mom for the rest of her life.

But the two cats are like sisters as well as like mother and daughter. They’re constantly fighting for attention, both from the humans and from each other. Both girls are very playful, and chase each other around at light speed in the middle of the night. There seems to be more than playful sibling rivalry sometimes…it can get downright dangerous.

Mogwai opens drawers, pulls things out, shreds them, and then closes the drawer. No drawer or cupboard is safe in this house. It’s just what Mogwai does. Open it, play, close it. 

One day I heard a crying sound from inside a drawer. I opened it and the little bear jumped out and ran away in a flash of white fur. Forensics helped me figure out what had happened. Mogwai, in one of her playful but destructive moods, opened the drawer to cause trouble inside. Kenna jumped inside the drawer to see what exciting things there were to be seen. The drawer was empty, since the resident humans don’t bother keeping anything inside them anymore. Why should we when nothing’s safe anyhow? So Mogwai, bored with the drawer, slammed it shut. With Kenna Mog still inside.

Who knows if this had been an innocent mistake or a conspiracy for the loss of a family member? Certainly no human knows enough to point a finger, but I think the Kenna Bear knows. 

* * *

Alright, so there’s a little story about my cats for you. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope that you’ll read more in the future = )

-Chicklet



Cat Tales: Cat's Cream



Author's Note: This was a request for Rainbowcat. As usual I don't own anything in the DCU. Everyone is over 18, etc. This takes place at around the same time as Inside Scoop. As Always, comments and feedback are always appreciated. 

** 

"No not that one." 

"Yes sir." The camera mounted on the ceiling readjusted itself on a new group of people. 

"Really? A group of school kids?" 

"It's what the camera can see." 

Trent sighed at the monitor. Being brought along with the rare jewel collection was an irritating job for him. He'd much rather be on the streets investigating, but the pay was good. So here he sat in the security room of the Gotham Museum watching tourists come and go. "Wait wait wait!" He suddenly stood up from his chair. Peering closely at the monitor, he drank in the details of woman on the camera before him. The dirty blonde reached into his pocket and pulled out his own book (publisher pending), A Guide to Superheroes and Villains, and started to turn the pages rapidly. He stopped on a particular page. 

"Zoom in on her." 

"The school teacher?" The security officer looked confused 

"She's not a school teacher. That's..." 

** 

Selina Kyle absently looked at the pamphlet she had grabbed from the information kiosk. 'Oh so helpful!' She thought as she made her way around the museum leading a group of orphans on a tour. Of course she was volunteering with an orphanage, what would one expect? It was nice to give back to the community, and it had another purpose as well. The rare jewel collection was on loan from the Field Museum in Chicago. According to the helpful brochure, the collection included some of the usual garbage that looked good, but was worthless. There was however something more valuable in the lot. This way she could scope out the security measures without looking like a sore thumb. Everyone thought that she was a teacher, and she looked the part to a T. A tan floor length skirt hid her toned legs while a grey sweater covered her taut midsection and her large bust. A small pair of glasses, cosmetic of course, and an over the shoulder bag completed her look. Anyone sparing her a glance would think educator and move on. 

'Appearances can be deceiving of course.' She smiled to herself. Selina pushed her lot of kids forward and into the special exhibit hall. The children immediately broke rank and scattered around the hall looking at all the gems and jewels in the display cases. Obstensively, she looked around to keep an eye on her charges. Actually, she was looking at the security measures in the hall. Cameras were everywhere and dotted at regular intervals. Every few feet half way up, parts of the wall had a small circle that almost matched the paint color. 

She pulled a boy back that was determined to open a case, getting a good look at the case itself in the process. "Now now, don't be opening anything. Remember they said no touching." She wagged her finger and lightly scolded the child before he took off again. Selina sighed, running her fingers through her short black hair. The things she did for her profession. 

** 

"I'm going down there." Trent said, hurriedly stashing the book and making for the exit. 

"She's done nothing wrong, you can't do anything to her." 

Spying the incident with the boy on the screen. "I'll just go let her know that we have an eye on her. Subtly of course." 

The officer sighed as Trent left. "You're in charge." 'Bonehead.' He thought. 

** 

Selina had to admire the setup. Cameras were at regular intervals while a set of sensors were just above normal height. She didn't see any thermal imagers, or motion detectors. A strange oversight. There was plenty to distract the would be thief here as well. Fortunately, she was no common thief. 

"Excuse me Miss?" 

Selina straightened up at the sound of a distinctly male, authoritative voice. "Yes?" She turned and sized up the speaker. Screaming military, he was tall, with intelligent brown eyes. His hair cut incredibly short and muscles bulged out of the suit he was wearing. 

"Hello, I'm Trent Stevens, overseer of this exhibit." He paused, debating whether or not to extend his hand in a shake. "I just want to make sure that you and your...children are taken care of and not disturbing the exhibits." 

Selina didn't like his tone. She didn't like his implication even more. 'This one is going to be fun.' Taking off her glasses she batted her emerald irises at him. "Whatever do you mean? My charges are well behaved." 

"I'm sure. Whatever the case, make sure nothing leaves this exhibit with them or yourself...Miss Kyle." 

Selina's eyes narrowed. 'Oh I see how this will be.' "Absolutely." 

"Good, I see we have an understanding. Have a good day Ms. Kyle." Trent didn't leave but instead backed himself against a wall and started to watch her closely. Too closely for her liking. Trent though, was lost in her body. She was a close replica of his ex-wife. Change the eye color, having shoulder length black hair and a little bit more weight all around and it was Hailey. 

Selina mock smiled and turned to her kids, "Everyone ready? Let's go see their Egyptian stuff!" Selina corralled her charges and led them out. She turned her head upon leaving the exhibit to see Trent continuing to stare at her. Her eyes narrowed as his wethering glare. 'Yep, he's definitely going to be fun.' 

Trent continued his stare as he pictured her, overlapping the image of with that of his ex. He couldn't shake the notion that he'd be seeing her again, in one form or another. 

*** 

"We've been here for 3 days. I don't think she's going to show." 

"She will. The look I got from her tells me I challenged her." Trent said confidently. "What is with the A/C in this room anyway?" 

The monitoring guard wiped some sweat of his brow and looked over at a note on the control board. "Maintenance says air conditioner 2 had its control chips pulled. Hence why it's not working." 

Trent wiped off the sweat forming on his brow as well, "Who would pull the control chips?" 

"Maybe the copper, or the resale valve." 

"Whatever." Another half hour went by when the guard overlooking the monitor spoke again. 

"Sir, there's something going on in the upper exhibit hall." He said, gesturing to a small monitor. 

Trent got up from his chair and went to the vast array of monitors that filled the room with an unnatural glow. "Show me." 

"All the cameras seem to show a flash every so often, but it's not consistent." 

"Any sensors going off?" 

"None." The guard blinked as the monitor showed the flash. "There it is again." 

"Cameras don't show anything." Another flash illuminated the screens, but the cameras still didn't show any activity. Trent moved around and considered the activity. 

"Wait..." Trent looked back at the monitors showing the gem exhibition. "It's not happening evenly. Turn on the lights in there!" 

The guard complied and Trent's suspicions were confirmed. All but one camera did show any change to the lights turning on. To them the room was still the same color and tone. 

"Damnit, she's in there!" He gestured angrily at the monitors. "Get everyone in position now!" 

The guard had barely picked up the phone as the door slammed from Trent's exit. 'That dude needs to get laid.' He thought as called in the others that Trent had arranged. 

** 

Author's note: If you want a musical accompaniment to this part: Lindsay Stirling's Roundtable Rival is what this part was written to. 

Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman, was just getting into position over the last camera when the lights came on. 'Ah crap.' The operation wasn't as meticulously planned as some of her others, and there were margins for error. Tempting as it was she didn't raid the museum the first night. Rather she just yanked the control chips out of the air conditioners. Those would be returned of course, after she got what she wanted. Yet, doing so would just infuriate her rival in this locale. He wanted her, she could tell. 

After a few days wait she had returned and shimmied through the air vents to her goal. With the air conditions gone, no one would be suspicious if she returned in a few nights. Day of maybe, days after: Unlikely. Back in the present she considered her options. Selina could go back into the vent, but that would be a lost cause, and she didn't like lost causes. It would be close, but Selina thought she could manage the heist. 

She put her camera back into her pouch, along with her wooden rods and duct tape. The camera was nice, as was its miniature printer companion. They would of cost her several months' rent had she not stolen them. Yet, she was still figuring out the controls. Maybe the flash, which she hadn't yet figured out how to turn off, gave her away. Catwoman dropped from her perch as silently as her namesake and silently padded her way over to the showpiece gem. Her black outfit, a gift from Batman made nary a squeak as she slunk forward. Nowhere near as fancy as the Hope Diamond, and not as cursed, the Piece of the Heavens was still a fine haul. Weighing in at 114(.3) carats, the oval cut diamond was a masterpiece. No one knew where it came from, but all were captivated by its' glittering light. Some said that it didn't need any light on it, it glowed on its own. She dug into her bag again and started to pull out her glass cutter "Mmm...pretty. Come to mama you big piece of..." 

"That's close enough Catwoman!" 

Selina turned her head slightly and saw Trent standing at the entrance with 2 blue shirted security guards. None of them had guns, but they all were armed with nightsticks and tasers. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage boys." She purred out. 

"Not enough." He clicked his radio and 3 more guards piled in from the exit door behind her. None looked particularly threatening, but one more looked like a linebacker. "Now drop the bags and your belt." 

Catwoman smiled then mock pouted as the guards all swarmed around her. "But kitty wants to play!" 

She stood abruptly, turning to face Trent and his guard ensemble. The inexperienced guards seemed to jump back slightly, looking around, she catalogued them all with names. Trent of course, the big guy was Thor, the blonde with the fabulous hair and chin was Fabio. Two rather hillbilly looking guards got the names Huck and Finn. The final guard was given the name Bob, because she liked the name. 

"Drop them. One last warning!" Trent and his assembled guards moved in closer. 

Selina crouched slightly and picked her target. As he neared she waited and waited. 

Huck never had a chance as Catwoman sprang up, claws extended. They dug in, eliciting a yelp from his as she rolled down and took him with her. Selina finished the roll by bringing up her leg in a kick that parted the pair and sent Huck tumbling into a glass display, shattering it. Glass and jewels littered the floor as she came up from her roll, whip out. "Let's dance!" 

"Everyone get her!" Trent was losing his cool, just as she wanted. 

As the guards swarmed her she lashed out with her whip and grabbed Finn around the torso. Yanking hard on the whip, the unbalanced guard teetered before falling into Selina's embrace. "Oooh baby..." She kissed the stunned guard on deeply. "That was electric." Finn didn't have a chance to react as the two studs of his taser shot into his stomach. He could barely yell as the current overloaded his nervous system and he fell into a heap. Catwoman dropped the now useless taser ontop of the even more useless guard. 'Two down. 4 Left.' These sorts of fights aroused her, they made her feel alive. 

Fabio came in at her with a nightstick. He jumped slightly as he got close, planting two feet firmly on the ground as if he was at bat. His swing came in incredibly high, so high Selina could of just limboed under it. Instead she rolled under the misguided attack and came up in a sweep that knocked him on his ass. Catwoman pounced on him straddling his chest and racking his face back and forth with her open palms. She could have used her claws and scratched his face up, but opted instead for the double bitch slap. The loud twack of her palms connecting rose over the noise of glass crunching beneath boots. Fabio screamed and grabbed at his face, desperate to stop the red palm prints that now temporarily smeared his good looks. 

Selina was about to stand when she felt big hands grab hold of her body. She was forcibly yanked up then slammed into another display, causing it to topple over. Thor had finally gotten wise and grabbed onto her while she was taking care of Fabio. Thor tightened his grip and held her down while Bob came up and jabbed a nightstick into her stomach. Her black suit absorbed some of the impact, but not much as she would of hoped. Pain flashed through her brain. Pain and anger as she continued to struggle against the iron grip. Bob pulled back again to ravage her midsection with another hit. 

Catwoman flexed her abs and brought her legs in a double kick. Bob flew uselessly to the floor while the nightstick flew several feet father and shattered another display case. Thor still had locked down, carefully changing his grip to a bear hug that would knock her out. Selina relaxed a little as he changed his grip, waiting for just moment. Twisting with all her might she wrenched herself free on one side. Not one to miss an opportunity, she brought up a leg and drove it across his face. Boot met bone in a sickening crack as his jaw and possibly several teeth got knocked out. Thor was not deterred though, merely stunned, his grip still slackened enough for Selina to tear herself completely free of his grasp. 

'Gotta get to my gear!' She thought as she engaged in a series of cartwheels and flips across the room, easily bounding over the myriad number of bodies and debris that now littered the room. In a true catwoman move, so awesome she thought to herself that she wanted to get film of it, she bound past her bag, retrieving her bolas without stopping her movement. She glided past Finn to where her whip lay discarded. Flipping one last time and twirling along her axis, she came to a halt facing the last two guards, Trent and Thor. Selina wondered why Trent had seemingly done nothing, but her eyes widened when she realized he didn't have a taser. He had a gun and it was pointed right at her. 

Whip in her right hand, bolas on her left, she did what she could. Selina twirled the bolas, starting up the momentum she needed, but she would only get one shot at it. Thor, understandably angry, let out a loud bellow and charged at her headlong. Fortunately it disrupted Trent's aim, who was now unable to fire. It was all the gap she needed. Catwoman flicked her wrist and let the bolas fly out at the rampaging bull charging her. 

Catwoman smiled in satisfaction as they intertwined his legs and sent him skidding to the ground with a floor shaking thud. "Just you and I now honey." 

"All I need." Trent pulled the pistol up, no doubt about to give a one liner when Selina interrupted him. More precisely, her whip interrupted him by smacking the gun out of his hand. He watched as it slowly clattered uselessly the floor, then became aware of the stinging sensation in his hand. He barely had time to process it before the whip came in again and wrapped around his wrist and pulled him towards her. 

Trent's eyes widened as he found himself nose to nose with a grinning Selina. "Why'd you have to send all those goons? I just wanted to be the two of us alone." She pouted and batted her emerald irises before taking a step back. Trent stood mystified, still holding his injuried wrist and Selina came up to her catsuit and started to pull down the zipper. Her breasts now struggled for freedom and her deep sea of cleavage came into view inch by marvelous inch. When she got the zipper down low enough she put her hands on her hips. "Is that enough for you? Do you think that's enough?" Trent looked down and caught the barest glimpse of Selina's voluminous breast flesh before a fist came up and clocked him. He, like his other guards clattered uselessly to the ground. 

"Men." Selina dusted her hands and blew a kiss to the one remaining functional camera. She turned and eyed her diamond prize again. "Now come to mama." 

Trent awoke with a start. Everything seemed to ache on him. Flexing his arms he discovered he was bound tightly in a chair, legs locked likewise. Looking around, he could make out scant details of his immediate surroundings beyond that he was outside. Gotham's city lights were all around him, as was the soft breeze bringing in the noise and smells of the city. This was a bad situation he thought to himself. He struggled again against the bindings more aggressively, nearly knocking over his chair. 

"You awake baby?" A series of footfalls on the rooftop lead to a striking silhouette appearing from the shadows. "I wasn't sure if you'd get up." 

'Catwoman!' The smiling face of Selina appeared before him. "What do you want bitch?" He struggled against his bindings even more. 

"Oooh, right to the point. I do enjoy that in a man." She paused before tracing a finger down his face. "Not in the mood for a little cat and mouse?" 

"No!" His incessant struggles only made his wrists hurt. Trent secretly had to admit that this position was sort of arousing. He desperately wanted to kill those feelings before they spread to his groin. 

"Tsk tsk." She waved a finger before him much like a parent would scold a child. "Manners. If you want the direct approach we'll go with that then." 

Facing away from him she reached into a pouch on her bag and extracted the gem that was her prize. "Where's the real one?" 

"I don't know what you mean. You have it right there." Sweat started to form on his brow as he lied. Catwoman had guessed. 

"You, my dear, are a poor liar." She looked over her shoulder at him, Piece of the Heavens still in her right hand. "Especially to a thief like me." 

She turned back to face him and slowly dragged the faux gem down his cheek. "It feels like a diamond. Hard, but also incredibly smooth." 

Selina brought the gem up to his eyes. "It looks right, even has the glow the real gem has." 

Trent gulped as the jewel sat not a bare inch before his eyes. Through the nearly clear stone he could see Catwoman looking back. 

"But, I know it's a fake." Catwoman reached into another pouch and produced a small pen looking device. Thumbing the button on one side a laser erupted from what Trent now realized was a laser pointer. She brought the laser up and shined it through the jewel. As expected the beam scattered at certain angles. "I don't know if you've studied minerals. I have. Occupational interest I suppose." She laughed at her joke. 

"This laser beam isn't scattering correctly. This gem is a fake." Her bright face suddenly darkened. "Now where's the real one?" 

"I'm not telling you!" Trent exclaimed as he strained with his might against the cords holding him down. 

Selina's hand suddenly encased the entire gem and her mood brightened considerably. "Oh so you do know!" 

'Crap.' Trent stopped struggling against the bindings. She had guessed that he knew. 

"See, I was just guessing here. Since you're the man in charge I assumed they'd tell you." Selina leaned in close, showcasing the tops of her breasts. "An oversight to my advantage don't you think?" 

"You won't find out from me!" It was true Trent could resist torture, he'd done his time in the service, got captured in a jungle hellhole doing wet work that wasn't on the books, and was subject to some rather brutal methods. He didn't break then and he wasn't going to break now. 

Selina's smile didn't wave at all. "All the more fun for me deary." Selina straddled the bound man. "Tell me, how long has it been since you felt a woman's touch?" 




Cat Tales: Cat's Cream



"I never..." 

"Shh...we're all alone up here, you can tell." She whispered in his ear. "I don't give away secrets." 

Trent gulped but didn't answer. The truth was far too long. His wife left him during his capture, having run off with a former friend that comforted her during his captivity. That included carnal comfort as well. Now Trent had been getting his comfort from online porn and the strip clubs owned by the Falcones or Oswald Cobblepot. 

Selina purred into his ear. "Mmmm, I like that answer. Far too long. We might fix that." Catwoman dismounted the sweating Trent and stood back a couple paces. He flinched as she reached into one of her pouches again, afraid she might be grabbing a weapon. Instead he relaxed when she brought out what a mirror and small tube. 

Dumbfounded, Trent could only stare as Selina opened a compact and started to fix her make up. "What? I can't look nice for this?" She looked over at him as she applied a little powder to her pale cheeks. 

"I..." 

"It's our first date and I want it to be special. I normally don't go this far, but...I'll make an exception, just for you." Trent didn't feel that lucky however. His eyes widened however as Catwoman opened up the tube of lipstick. He watched in fascination as she applied the crimson ruby red lipstick. Suppressing a groan as she puckered her lips making sure it was even. It was a secret he didn't want to reveal, especially now, that he had a thing for deep red lipstick. 

Catwoman turned, putting back the compact and lipstick. 

"Now, where were we?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Oh yes...Where's the real gem?" 

"I don't know!" 

Catwoman sauntered closer, much like a predator stalking an exposed prey. "Please, I already know that you know honey. Don't make this more difficult." Selina saddled up to him and straddled his lap. "So, where is it?" 

"I don't know!" He repeated in vain. Maybe if he repeated the mantra enough he would start to believe it. "It was never part of the exhibit just the fake!" 

Selina traced a finger down the side of his cheek. "Another lie. A pity. My my, our first date and you're starting off with two lies. What will my parents think?" 

Trent gulped again. "You...think..." 

Catwoman laughed, "I have no parents, I'm sure Batman will want a word however." Her tone went from mocking to serious. "Now, where is the gem? We can make this hard or easy." 

Trent again said nothing, but he felt a stirring down below as the very attractive catwoman flexed her athletic thighs around him. 

"Oh." Selina said surprised. "I see you've chosen the third option." Her face narrowed into a sultry grin. 

"It's going to be fun. For me at least." Without a pause for him to protest she kissed him hard. His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden turn of events, so much so that he responded in kind. Her scent, subtle as it was, was intoxicating. It was, to his knowledge, a natural smell something with a hint of vanilla. He was not sure if it was natural or a perfume, and right now he didn't care. 

Breaking the kiss, Selina pulled back, a slight smile on her face. "You got talent kid. Now where is it?" 

Snapping out of his daze of pleasure, Trent immediately went back to his military self. "No." 

"Okay, honey, round 2." Selina reached in and kissed him again, but pulled back before he could respond. 

Catwoman slid down him, almost like water would off a car, ending on her knees between his legs. 'Oh shit! 

Selina batted her eyes at him. "I normally don't do this on the first date." Her fingers crawled up his legs, slowly making their way to the intersection. Almost there, she stopped when her left hand felt something. Trent struggled a little as he realized what she felt. 

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you've been hiding this from me! Naughty naughty." Her right hand joined her left in its exploration. Delicately, her fingers probed Trent's cock as it slowly expanded down his leg. The thickness was impressive, the shaft easily visible through the dark fabric. Her tease continued on for several moments, his rod painfully hard and confined in the material. 

"Time to get this off, don't you agree?" Trent could only grunt uncertain if she meant his cock or his pants. 

Her bare hands slid up to the button and knocked it off. The zipper slid down slowly, bringing his bulging black boxers into view. Like a kid opening up a present on Christmas, Selina wasted no time in pulling down both the offending pants and underwear. A sly smile on her face as his dick bounced free from the cotton confines, a small drop of pre at the tip. 

Catwoman whistled at the sight of this. She didn't expect him to be packing this much. A thick shaft that she could almost get her fingers around was crisscrossed by thick veins, pulsing with blood leading to an engorged head that was nearly red in color. This fat rod was almost completely hard, just needed a woman's touch to bring it to full strength. Just below the 9 inch tool, a pair of balls the size of ping pong balls happily churned away, producing what Selina hoped was a copious amount of cum. 

"Mama likes." She said as she wrapped her hand around the tool while the other snaked down to his sack. Testing the weight with her hands, she looked up at him. "You've been holding out on me. We could have just skipped the pre-date." 

"Stop it! Get your hands off!" Trent tried to squirm, but that only brought his cock around, knocking it around her hands. 

"Tsk, tsk. I'm beginning to think you don't want this. Hmm? Maybe you just don't find me attractive." Trent couldn't answer, as he would have no doubt lied, and made a poor show of it. Before he could even answer however, his cock betrayed him and twitched in arousal. "I see someone does." 

Selina wrapped her hands around the mammoth member and pumped it slowly, bringing it to full hardness. "Let's reward him." 

Trent grunted in protest, with a half-hearted 'no' as Selina's mouth approached the crimson head. Her lips parted, allowing her tongue to dart out. It, like the rest of her, was insanely gifted. The appendage danced along the shaft with the outmost glee. It cruised along the crown and across the slit, leaving a trail of saliva in its' wake. Catwoman kept up her assault until the head glistened in the light from Gotham's nightlife. 

Pumping at a painfully slow, she withdrew again and looked up at him. "Ready to tell me where it is?" 

Gasping and pulling at his bindings Trent managed to hiss out "No you witch!" He was torn, he wanted to flee, but another part of him wanted to continue. To grab the thiefs' head and facefuck her into unconsciousness. Unfortunately, the restraints held fast and all he was able to do was grit his teeth and bare through this. 

"Witch? Oh baby, I'm not a witch, I can find one for you if that's what you want." Selina leaned forwards and touched his slit with the tip of her tongue, eliciting a groan. "That's what I like to hear!" 

Her lips parted and engulfed the head. Trent groaned again as he suddenly felt her warm mouth all around his head. It got even worse as she steadily started to work back and forth. With each stroke she seemed to force more and more into her hot mouth and down her throat. 

Her right hand continued to hold onto the base of his cock, pumping as if coaxing it towards her warm mouth. Her left had gone below to his nuts. Her fingers poked and prodded, stroked and cupped each one in turn, adding to the sensual assault he was undergoing. 

Trent had received several blowjobs before, a few from girlfriends past, two from his wife, a couple from his companions, and another from a spirited latina when he was on assignment in the Columbian jungles. None of the however matched Catwoman's technique. It was both raw and sensuous. 

She started by lapping at the length of his rod until the surface glistened. Satisfied at her work, she ran hers lips up and down the shaft. Her skilled tongue pressed along the surface as she glided back and forth. Selina alternated her speed, moving from slow to a rapid pace. When she felt this was done she switched to her next technique. 

Selina took his head in mouth, slowly inching it in despite its thickness. When she had gone far enough, in her estimation, she tilted her head so that her throat tried to draw it in. It felt like someone attached a vacuum to it as he was twisted and pulled and she bobbed on his tool. 

Trent was certain that her last technique was only something Catwoman could pull off. She had built up a good head and now had his cock almost fully buried in her throat. She began to purr. Not hum but purr. It started off slow and quiet but built up to feel like a small motor was surrounding his dick. Trent nearly came from the feelings alone, as it felt like a massage for his cock. The sensations would build then lapse, only to build up again. She must have been moving quite a bit to hit all the areas she was, but when he looked down, he saw that she hadn't moved an inch. 

Trent, whose eyes were locked shut in concentration, could only grunt and gasped and she seemed to find and focus on his most sensitive spot. His breathing deepened and his pleasure centers fogged over. As he felt his balls start to rise to orgasm his pleasure was brought to a screeching halt by nearly unbearable pain. "Ugh!" 

Looking down, Selina had withdrawn herself from his tool and now held his cock in an iron grip, preventing it from cumming and giving him some relief. 

"Nope. Not until I say so." Selina tsked again, her lips dribbling with cum and saliva. "Where is it?" 

Trent grunted again. 

"Very well." Selina released her grip and began her assault a new. Her lips parted over his tool and she began to suck on it in earnest. Her hands dug into his flesh as they pumped for all they were worth. Her throat was a symphony of vibration along his length as it laid nestled in her mouth. 

Trent's fingernails dug into the chair, so much so that the metal started to groan in protest. There was a limit to how much of this one could take, and right now he was at his limit. "Alright! Alright! I'll tell you." 

Selina stopped and pulled herself free of his large tool. A thin line of saliva and cum traveled between her mouth and his rod. "What was that sugar?" 

"Just finish me off and I'll tell you." Sweat poured off his brow as he struggled against his bodies cascading pleasure. 

"No deal sweetie. The location first." She squeezed his rod as if to emphasize her point. 

Trent was silent for several moments, "Okay, Okay. It's stored in the vault area with all the Egyptian items. No one would look for it there. Now finish it off." 

"Thanks." She leaned forward and kissed the end cock one last time, leaving a giant mark from her lipstick, before pulling away. 

"Wait! You agreed to..." 

"And I had no intention of following it. You make a lousy date, honestly expecting a woman to put out on the first date. Maybe one of your rescuers will finish you off." Catwoman donned her gloves again and hoisted her bag. "Maybe next time honey!" 

Selina seemed to disappear into the darkness, leaving Trent high and dry, his cock slowly deflating as a cool breeze brushed across its wet surface. Trent let his head fall til he was staring at his member. "Damn." 

** 

Selina laid against one of the older buildings in Gotham. Ringed by gargoyles, it provided an excellent view of the city. There was no doubt in her mind that tall dark and brooding had been here before, but of him there was no sign. 'Must be busy tonight' She mused. 

For the 10th time that hour she pulled out her prize. The glittering gem, glowing from whatever was inside it and the Gotham light, captured her vision. She felt as though she could see something inside of it, maybe it was just glow, or how it caught the light. It didn't matter to Catwoman. Still though she was debating. Should she sell it or keep it for herself? 

Selina normally didn't bother with such things, but this caught particular stone caught her eye. Sighing, she started to put the gem back in her bag when the unthinkable happened. 

Her grip, usually made of iron, slipped and she watched in slow motion at the jewel tumbled out of her grasp. She wanted to hurl herself at it, but doing so would mean certain death at this height. As best as she could, Catwoman batted at the stone, anxious to keep it in her grasp. Her efforts paid off as the gem bounced once on the hard stone of the building and came to a rest on the stones on top of worn rooftop. 

Selina dove at it, determined to not let it escape her grasp again. Her hands scraped along the roof as she grasped the gem and pulled it close to her chest. "I'm not letting you go baby." 

Catwoman sat there for a minute, sprawled as she was along the roof just holding her prize tight. 'Seriously, I better not be going all Gollum on this rock.' She thought. When Selina finally uncurled and opened her eyes again she found herself staring at a pair of dark boots. Her eyes traveled upwards and met the hidden gaze of the masked figure peering down at her. "Ah Crap." 

**** 

That concludes this chapter of my DCU works. Who is our mystery person? That I'm putting up to a vote. Let me know who you think it should be!



Cat Tales: Cat's Keeper



Here's chapter two of Cat Tales, this follows the first version Cat's Cream and happens the day after, occurring at the same time of Inside Scoop. This was originally going to be a one shot request for RainbowCat, but it's spiraled out of control. This series is a little more story driven, just an fyi. As usual, Comments and Feedback are welcome. 

**

Selina felt the air rush out of lungs as she slammed into the brickwork, leaving an impression in the red clay. 'Okay, maybe this wasn't so smart.' She thought as she crumpled to her knees. Her mystery attacker was seemingly unhurt and unphased. It was a battle Catwoman knew she couldn't win, but why'd she start it in the first place?

As soon as Selina saw the booted feet before her, she knew it was trouble. Rather than wait for some monologue, but opted to attack first. That was a mistake. It seems like the blue garbed individual rolled with her spring attack, taking her and knocking her off just like Selina did hours earlier with the dopey guards. They could anticipate her every action, and counter just as well.

That was just the beginning. Now, her attacker seemed to show no mercy. They picked her up and held her up against the wall in a choke that threatened to cut off the air that slowly began to refill her lungs. Selina dug her claws into them, hoping they'd just let up so she could get away. It had nay a response on them as pushed deeper. "Let me down you blue devil!"

Surprisingly, her attacker did so. Catwoman felt the grip on her neck release and she slid down the wall, coming to a halt on her haunches. As she grasped for breath, massaging her sore neck she looked up at her assailant. They appeared almost in a wait state. Not moving, just looking back down at her. Selina had to get out of here. Using her remaining strength she quipped off a one liner while running at speed towards the buildings edge.

"Sorry to leave like this, but I gotta dash!" Before heading to the building edge and leaping off. It wasn't her smartest move. Selina saw buildings and lights flash past as she brought out her whip. Lashing a set of power cables she swung forward, coming up to the top of another building. She rolled as she landed, another mistake as she felt something pop in her chest. Pausing to collect her breath, she looked back up at the building she was just on. Selina could almost see the outline of her assailant standing at the edge looking down at her.

Catwoman smiled smugly despite the pain she felt. 'Let's see you match that!' She thought. Wincing slightly in pain another thought hit her. She needed to get home.

**

Slipping into through her apartment window, Selina immediately draped off her goggles and tossed tossed them, and her equipment bag to the side. Locking the window and pulling back the drapes, she turned to face the empty apartment. Nearly empty. From the bedroom her feline friend Isis plodded out. Announcing her entrance with a low purr. 

"Hello baby." Selina smirked at her, getting a murmur in reply. "No, I didn't forget you. I even got you catnip from out front." 

Isis was seemingly placated as Selina reached into her discarded bad and pulled out a few leaves she collected. Amazing that people use this stuff for direction. Isis seemed to agree as she face-downed into the bowl to get at the goodies. 

With that matter taken care of, Selina turned back to her more important duties. Going through her belongings, she dragged them into her bedroom. One of the few things she actually purchased was a safe. Heavy and impossibly thick, it was a deterrent from most thieves that would break in. Typing in her code and entering her fingerprint, the safe clicked open. 

The safe was modest looking at best, inside it held some fantastic items however. Here a ceremonial dagger waiting for a buyer, there a stack of cash for emergencies. Pushing a button, the bottom drawer popped out, showing cutouts for Catwoman's gear. Selina withdrew each item from her belt and bag, inspecting each one before placing it in their spots. Last she withdrew her prize of the night. The large gem still glittered as she placed it inside the safe. 

Catwoman considered it as she closed up the safe. The jewel would be hot, but maybe Holly could find a buyer. She might have to wait for it to cool down before she could fence it out. Turning back to the rest of the room, Selina yanked on her zipper. It fought at first, but soon yielded to her insistent tugging. 

Inches of soft pale flesh came into view as the material making up her outfit parted. Her chest wasted no time in filling up the void. The zipper stopped just south of navel. Selina brought her hands up and out of the sleeves, wringing her wrists and flexing her arms in the process. The grey black material was nice, but just a tad tight and not quite flexible enough for her tastes. 

'Shower now or later?' She considered, arching her back and sending her firm ladies skyward. Bones popped as a yawn escaped her lips. 'Later.' Licking her lips, she still tasted a bit of Trent on her as she shimmied out of her costume. Now naked save for a thong, she slid into her bathroom and commenced her nighttime rituals. Selina had to admire herself as she removed her bare makeup and washed up her face. Despite everything she had managed to take care of herself. She ran her fingers through her close cropped black hair, debating on letting it go longer like Batgirl's. Deciding to pass for now, she instead brought out her toothpaste and started to brush. As she did, she scanned her body this way and that. A new bruise was forming on her back where she was thrown in a display. Aggravated no doubt by being further slammed into some brickwork. 

Satisfied that it would heal fairly quickly, she continued her inspection. Her midsection was nice and taut: A definite 6 pack showing. Her breasts, no where near as big as Poison Ivy's but bigger than Batgirls, those perky C-cups caused quite a stir amongst her male opponents. Not to forget her butt however. It was tight like Quinn's but there was some stuffing there. All her exercise at the gym paid off in that respect. 

Finishing her duties, she returned to her bedroom. Selina opted to discard the panties and instead slipped on her night attire. Calling it attire was generous of course, a pair of grey Batman boxers with his logo on the crotch was all it consisted of. She stifled another yawn as she slipped in between her silky soft sheets, pleased as Isis hopped up on bed and settled near her. All in all it was a good day. 

**

Sunlight poured in across Selina's face, signaling that it was time to get up. As she opened her emerald irises slowly, she became aware of a low rumbling on her chest. Sparing a glance, she found Isis firmly planted between her bare breasts. She purred in contentment at her choosen perch, and Selina felt the vibrations through her entire body. 

"Come on. Off." Selina poked at the black cat, but she remained firmly planted. Selina sighed and poked the cat more insistently. "Come on, I got stuff to do." 

Her purring stopped and she opened her eyes. Stretching out and unleashing a large yawn, the cat looked at her owner expectantly. "I shower, then food." 

Semi-satisfied, Isis allowed her to pick her up and move her to the side. Rolling out of bed, Selina wandered into the bathroom, her boxers hitting the floor just before the door. Naked, she stretched after turning the faucet, the warm water slowly replacing the cold that filled the antiquated pipes. Turning on her iPod and speakers, Selina took this time to give another glance over her body. 'Definitely going to have a bruise.' 

A pleasant steamy mist rose over the curtain, signaling her shower was ready. With hard rock blasting her head was under the large shower head, its gentle blast of warm water soaking into her pores. "Mmm.....that's the stuff." A solid squirt of shampoo poured into her hand from the bottle, the purple liquid turning into a foam as she massaged it into her scalp. As it sunk in, Selina considered the previous days events. She almost felt bad about leaving Trent like that. Almost. Typical guy falling for the soft swells of her breasts. She mused on that as she massaged her body wash across her mounds. 'He seemed like such a tough character. Why was he there? The jewel is valuable sure, but there has to be something else going on. The museum would not bring in outside help unless there was something truly valuable.' 

Working lower, her soapy fingers ran across her stomach before heading south. The thought of Trent stuck on that rooftop, his dripping cock almost painfully erect. Selina loved that idea as she ran her fingers across her folds. He wanted to cum so bad and she didn't let him. Her fingers glided back across her lips, casually stroking her engorged clit in the process. A soft moan erupted from her mouth as her hand continued it's tease. Her free hand massaged her soapy breasts in kind. Grabbing onto each tit and playing with it mercilessly before moving to the other. 

A cry escaped from her lips as she tweaked her nipples. Her other hand began to work in earnest, the thumb twirling about her clit while two fingers plunged deep inside her sex. Passion drove her. Her passion for her work, showing her abilities as she beat down those 5 knuckleheads that would of denied her the prize. Passion for extorting information out of Trent. Her blow job that had him teetering on the edge of orgasm until he was ready to spill his secrets. 

Her hand worked in a blur. Furiously pumping her sex for all it was worth. She loved to tease. Selina's outfit made sure that her best was on display. Her generous chest threatening to spill forth from their confines. Her well-formed ass pushing out the back-end, sticking out whenever she bent over. Mmm, she was Gotham's most wanted. Wanted for her abilities and her body. 

Selina's knees went weak as she came. Her body doubled over as the walls shook from her cry of release. So loud that she was audible over Thunderstruck blasting from the speakers. she held her fingers in place over her sex as her juices erupted, thoroughly coating them with her fluids. Panting, she brought her fingers up to her lips and sucked at her juices, savoring her sweetness. 

The water was beginning to turn cold when she finally stepped out of the shower. Clad only in a towel wrapped loosely around her waist she left her bedroom following Isis' lead into the living room. She stopped short however when she noticed something. 

"Shit!" She dove back into her bedroom, losing her towel in the process. Butt naked, she leaned out and spared a glance into the living room. Against the far wall the same blue figure from last night stood, arms folded across her chest. 'Is this how Catwoman goes? Naked in her own room?' She sat pondering for several moments. They knew she was there. Knew she was up, yet did nothing. Sparing another glance she saw the masked figure had still nor moved. Selina's head came forward as she shrugged. 'Time to do something stupid.' 

Standing, she cautiously left the safety of the doorframe. Slowly approaching the figure, she took time to study it, forgetting her own nudity. Old fashion dark blue boots with dark blue pants coming out of them. They weren't tight at all to the figures' body. A leather belt adorned their waist with two decidedly sharp curving blades at either hip. Their top consisted of a suit looking thing, almost middle east looking, light blue interspersed with dark blue patterns. A white mask with 2 thin red stripes going over the darkened eye sockets covered their face. Head wrapped in the same blue, even their hands were completely covered. Whoever it was valued their identity. 

Selina studied the figure, deciding that there was a decidedly feminine appearance. Small breasts making a small dent in the cloth of her top. Reaching forward, she made a move to remove the mask, only to have her hand slapped away. 'Girl you're in way over your head.' She thought to herself.

"I'm going to need coffee for this." She let the person be and made her way into the kitchen area, preparing the coffee and savoring the aroma of the expensive coffee as it brewed. Returning to the living room, her guest hadn't moved. Sipping the stolen coffee, Selena eyed up her occupant when an idea struck her. In just a moment she was back in the living room from the bedroom, book in hand. She had noticed the book on Trent last night, and couldn't resist stealing it from the security expert. Sitting on the couch across from her visitor, she started to page through the book.

"You're not the Ventriloquist...not Talia Al'Ghul....Are you Lady Clay? No...Joker's Daughter? Hmm." Selina paged through the book, which to her surprise was well researched and organized. 'I'll have to thank Trent when I see him again.' 

Selina was interrupted in her examination by a knock on her door. Letting the mysterious person be, she passed Isis. The black feline was contentedly purring on a cat tree, completely oblivious to their intruder. "Some guard cat you are."

Peering through the hole she spied the slightly chubby figure of Holly, her fence. 'This'll be good.' Selina thought as she opened the door up. "Holly, what brings you by?"

The blonde former dancer blinked for several seconds. "Ummm...do you always answer the door nude?"

Selina's face turned bright red. "Oh shit" She made a mad dash for the bedroom, coming out in mere seconds in a black tank top and her boxers. No bra however as her breasts bounced with each movement. "Sorry, what can I do for you?"

Holly was found staring at her other guest, who thankfully hadn't moved at all. "New costume idea?"

Selina blinked in surprise. "It's in the works....planning stages....planning."

"I see." Holly stated, not completely believing her. "I came by to let you know that someone broke into the Gotham museum last night. Broke a lot of things, incapacitated several guards. One was tied up on the roof with his dick hanging out. Do you know anything about that?"

Catwoman did her best to withhold a smile as last nights' events played out in her head. "Maybe."

Holly nodded thoughtfully. "Uh huh. Well, just to let you know they apparently didn't steal anything. The prize gem of the piece was left balanced on the guys cock, but the Falcone family has taken an interest in that particular exhibit. The thief may want to watch their back."

"I'll keep an eye out."

"Be sure you do, the Falcone's have a vested interest in their prizes on display." Holly made her way towards the door, stopping only to pet Isis on the tree. "Remember what I said."

As the door shut Selina dropped herself back on the couch. She looked back up at the figure standing like a statue then back down at her book. "This day is starting off grand. Now who are you?"

Selina had barely time to flip through some more pages when another knock came at the door. This one was harsh, more insistent. Her companion seemed to turn and regard the door. 'Go away.' She let the knocking continue until it stopped. Selina let out a sigh of relief when this time a bashing sound erupted from the door. Eyes wide, she watched the door as it groaned and started to splinter.

With one last heave the door splintered off its hinges, but Catwoman was fast. Already she was in her bedroom gathering her items. Her top already off as her newest guests called out to her. "Come on out Catwoman! We want to have a word with you!"

From the tone, a word was the last thing they wanted. 'Holly you bitch!' Selina thought as she ripped open her closet and pulled her outfit off the rack. "Come on Catwoman! Carmine doesn't want to be kept waiting!"

A pause. "She's not coming out, boss said to bring her regardless of condition." Selina distinctly heard guns cocking as she raced to get her legs into her outfit. 'This might not go over well.' Catwoman heard a pair of feet approaching the door. With most of her gear still in the safe, the door knob started to turn. She was out of time.

***

A sharp exclamation followed by a meaty thud erupted from the adjoining room. Another shout, a sickening crunch, and the wall shook from a large impact. Wide-eyed, Selina cautiously approached the door. She carefully turned the knob and peeked through. Both of her newest visitors were in a heap on the floor. One of them had his arm twisted at a physically impossible angle, the other was bleeding slightly from where his head his an exposed wall tack. Her first guest stood above them, first staring down at her work then back up at the startled cat burgler.

"They shant trouble you Selina." The voice came out of the mask in a near hiss and sent her back into her bedroom. Her breathing ragged at this sudden turn, she gulped several times to regain her composure. Curiously, she stuck her head out again to find the figure still standing there.

What had just happened played out in her head again. 'Okay, this is some pretty weird shit.' The rest of Selina slid through the doorway. "You can speak."

Annoyed. "Of course, you just didn't ask before."

Selina slapped her forehead. Groaning she responded, "No I suppose I didn't. Why did you attack me yesterday?"

"You struck first."

"Alright I see where this is headed." Selina moved back to the coffee table and snapped up the book and her coffee, completely ignoring the two knocked out assailants. "I don't suppose you have a name do you."

The figure canted her head to the side for a moment. "I had a name once. Maybe you'll learn it later, for now The Guardian will suffice."

Selina looked into her coffee, idly wondering if it was laced. "I shouldn't have gotten up this morning. Okay, well I guess I have some digging to do."

The Guardian shifted slightly, then went back to her original spot. "As you ran into the bedroom, I dove behind the couch. They did not see me." She paused thoughtfully, "Holly betrayed you."

"I know that!" Selina shouted unnecessarily. "Sorry, it's been an interesting morning." She rubbed her temples considering her next moves.

"Right now, I have 3 things to do. 1) Get rid of dumb and dumber here. 2) Visit Holly and learn what's so special about this heist. The Falcone's have a great interest in this gem. 3) Visit the library and see if it knows anything." 

"4)" The Guardian added, "Get dressed."

Selina looked down and realized for the third time today she was naked in front of a guest. She screamed and covered her large bust, scrambling to where her top had been discarded. Selina turned, her face bright red, and faced The Guardian again. "You could of told me!"

"I thought you knew."

Selina growled and headed back into her bedroom, her voice emanating from the closet. "You're quite the weird one you are. Even for the array of weirdos I see. Break into a person's home, but not do anything. Defend them, then point out their lack of clothing. Geez. What have I gotten into."

She move to her bathroom and stared at her vast piles of makeup. 'What to wear today. Need to be proper.' Selina stared down at her myriad of options before she made her choice. "I'm not ungrateful, I just find it odd that your behavior is so erratic. And this is coming from me of all people." 

No response. She dutifully applied some black eyeliner. It highlighted her green eyes and gave them a smokey, mysterious look. Her appearance was made all the better when she applied a little blush to her cheeks, to give her pale flesh some color. 'Girl you need to start tanning.' Just like last night, she took out her tube of ruby red lipstick, gingerly applying it to her full lips. She gave herself a smirk in the mirror. 'Looking good!' 

Catwoman emerged from her bedroom in normal attire. Her half worn outfit put aside. Instead a pair of hip hugging jeans covered her curvaceous posterior. A pair of black boots covered her feet, and a black lace bra covered her gorgeous chest. That too was hidden by a black t-shirt she pulled over her chest, a small amount of cleavage still bubbling through the V neck. She donned a black leather jacket, pulling out a matching set of gloves and a pair of sunglasses. Looking at her guest, "You'll be here I assume?"




Cat Tales: Cat's Keeper



"I'll be here."

"If you could sweep up or something..." She gestured to the pile of guys on the floor. "That would be great. Save the guns though! We can sell those." Giving her companion one last look through her smoldering eyes, Selina went through the damaged door, shutting it as best as she could. 'My landlord is going to kill me.' She considered her task list for the day as she made her way to her parking area behind a chain fence. There sat her little baby, another thing she actually bought legitimately. The black BMW R27 growled as she kicked the starter. Catwoman throttled it once and dropped it into gear. First things first, she thought as she tore onto the Gotham streets. 'Time to hit the books.' 

**

Selina raced through the streets, coming to a stop at a red light. No she wasn't going to be breaking the traffic laws....yet. As she waited for the light to turn, she took in her surroundings. It was a surprisingly nice day in Gotham, the sun managed to beat down the grim and make the city look kind of nice. What it really did was highlight the architecture unique to Gotham. Just up the street on the left sat the Gotham Art Museum. A museum she had never been in professionally. 'They took us once at the orphanage, I recall being bored.' She thought. No one wanted to deal with high end artwork, it was all tracked and microchipped anyway. 'Too many hassles.' 

She looked back at the light then back at the museum. The mix of pilliars and gargogyles made it imposing, almost intimidating. Something caught her eye. Right in front of the museum was a bright green car with purple trim. 'Curious.' The light changed and Selina rolled forward to just opposite the museum. Hitching her bike up for just a moment, she pulled down her shades and took a good look at the vehicle. Green with purple trim, the full size sedan could of only belonged to one person in her mind.

'The Riddler. Now what is that enigmatic Nygma doing?' She thought to herself. The only person that could dress like a pimp in broad daylight and no one would care. That wasn't her primary concern however, but her interest was piqued. Selina could however do something about it later. He still owed her after the Dock Job. Reaching into her leather jacket, she pulled out a gel cap looking thing. She gave it a might heave and sent it flying across traffic. The capsule shattered on impact, leaving a yellow goop and a small black micro transmitter, another gift from the Bat. To all but the closest inspection, it would look just like a bug strike and be dismissed just as quickly.

Redonning her shades, she put the bike back in gear and got away from there. Selina had no interest in hanging around if the Riddler was about. No telling what that puzzle obsessed villain was doing. After several more moments, twists and turns through the Gotham streets, she approached her destination: The main branch of the Gotham Public Library. Parking her bike safely in an underground parking garage, she silently rode the elevator up to the main street level, then into the library. 

The main entrance of the library was a grand affair. Beautiful marble floors with golden trim. A large opening existed so that one could look all that way up and see the skylight up on the 7th floor. Natural light poured and gave it a rather open quality. Her goal here was not to admire the décor however. She quickly made her way into the library proper, passing shelves full of books, and busts of famous contributors long buried. Sitting down at one of the many available computers, past the ones where men were looking up porn, she called up the book registry.

Selina typed in her request, but the searches kept coming up with no results. "Why can't these things just use Google." She said in desperation.

"Is there something I can help you with?" A pleasant female voice asked to her side, startling her.

Selina turned to see a beautiful red head. The woman sat confined in a wheelchair, but that in no way impacted her friendliness. "Yes, I'm trying to lookup books relating to minerals."

"Well, Miss..."

"Kyle."

"Miss Kyle, sometimes you have to phrase it a certain way. Is that a particular subject you're looking for?" Before Selina could respond, the woman wheeled over to look at the computer screen. "Piece of the Heavens? That's pretty specific. You should back out a bit first."

Selina couldn't shake the feeling that the woman was studying her. "Okay...what do you suggest?"

"Well, geology and mineralogy is too vague. Try searching for books specifically on gems and jewels. That may get your closer."

Selina complied and was rewarded by several hits. The redheaded woman responded by pointing out a few things on the screen. "These are the listings here, you may want to start with this text. It's the most recently published." She fished out a notepad and wrote down several of the numbers for Selina.

"The geology section is on the fourth floor. Your books will be in that section." She stated handing Selina the sheet of paper.

"Thank you Miss...?"

"Gordon. Barbara Gordon."

Selina's heart sank a little when she heard that name. She had heard what had happened. "Thank you Barbara."

Barbara waited a few minutes for Selina to leave. When she was confident, she reached into her bag and pulled out a peculiar cell phone. Typing in a few numbers, she didn't wait long for the other end to answer. "B. Selina is at the library. She was looking up gems, specifically the one that was actually stolen last night." Before she heard any confirmation she closed the phone and put it back in her bag. This was certainly interesting to her and to Batman.

**

Selina sat sprawled along the aisle. The books she pulled scattered about, each open to a different subject. Currently her nose was deep into the latest book of the library's collection. In it, she found mostly irrelevant information. However, there were a couple gems. It seems that her newest prize was originally owned by one Henry Ducard. He seemed to have owned it his entire life, never keeping it far from him. After his death a few years back, the jewel along with several others, were sold at auction by a collection of museums. Now it rotated around to the various museums that chipped in to buy it. 'That doesn't explain everyone's interest in it however' Selina mused.

What was even more fascinating was that several of the museums tried to analyze the gem, hunting for why it glowed, but no one could find an answer. Needless to say, its' market value was incredible, yet still didn't provide an answer that satiated her need to know. Slightly discouraged, she put the books back in the respective spots before leaving.

Selina had no more than walked out the door when she was approached by another woman. 

"Excuse me? Miss! Miss?" 

Selina turned cautiously and found herself face to face with Vicky Vale. "Umm, yes?" She replied, grateful it wasn't the police, or anyone else for that matter. 

The redheaded Vale was followed closely by a cameraman. "Gotham News here, we're trying to get a word on the street. What do you think of all the recent museum break-ins?" 

"Wait, you said all?" Selina was slightly confused.

"Yes, of course. Last night someone, police think Catwoman, broke into Gotham's Natural History museum. What do you think? Is Gotham asking for it to have all these museums here?" 

Selina felt herself blush and heat rise in her body. 'Hopefully they think I'm just nervous.' She had to think quickly. "Well, I.." 

***

"...think that it's important for all people, especially our younger citizens to have a chance to see and appreciate art. Educating our future as it were. I was just there last week with a group of kids from the Gotham City Orphanage, they loved the Egypt exhibits." Selina finished on the TV screen.

"And what do you think about Batman? Is he the cause of all this?" Vicky spoke before turning the microphone back on to her.

She looked nervous on the screen, lost in thought for several moments. "I don't think so. I get the idea these idiots would appear regardless, Batman is just trying to help out. Certain villains would be here regardless." 

"Thank you again." The camera turned back to face Vicky completely. "Well, you've heard it here first. Another Gotham citizen supporting the work of Batman, and continues to desire the exhibition of fine art in our city."

Trent crushed the beer can in his hand, throwing it at the tv in disgusted. "That was fucking her! She humiliates me, then goes on TV and brags about it." Ever since she left him up on the rooftop he had been plotting. Already he had been fired from his job for 'unnecessary measures' whatever the fuck that meant. It had been less than a day, but deciding what to do to her filled his thoughts. Humiliate her like she did to him? Leave her tied up on a rooftop? Steal back the gem? All were possibilities for a man bent on revenge. A knock on his door brought him out of his contemplation.

"Excuse me, are you Trent Stevens?" A professional looking woman asked upon the door opening.

"I am." Trent took the time to analyze this one. She was of average height, with brunette hair done up in a bun. A pair of black frames glasses covered her eyes. A light blue button down shirt was bursting at the seams trying to contain her chest, while a black skirt covered her legs and well-formed rear. 

"I'm Ms. Gatewood, I'm here on behalf of Carmine Falcone. I wish to discuss a business opportunity with you. May I come in?" 

"Please." Trent watched her walk in and shut the door behind her, smiling to himself. It looked like things were looking up.

**

Holly turned slightly in her bed, adjusting for a better position. A gentle breeze from the open window made her shiver. With a groan, she forced herself out of bed and to the window. 

"Must be tired, I don't remember opening it." With a grunt of effort, Holly closed the window and made crawled back into bed. Barely asleep, a voice spoke out above her.

"Hello Holly."

Her eyes snapped open and adrenaline pumped through her system. "Selina...?!" She half crawled to the headboard, holding up the blankets protectively.

Catwoman's emerald eyes sparkled in the moonlight filtering through the window, her smile in a feral grin. "We need to talk."