http://www.asstr.org/~srb Don't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This should appear only on my site http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ F3, Futanari Palace, and at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end up, they know who they are. Any websites that want to host my story must have expressed written consent to do so. I will list all websites that I have granted permission to list my stories there. If you are reading this now and find this on a new website, then please email me at somerandombastard (at) yahoo (dot) com This is copyright me, so don't call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental. This chapter doesn't have sex yet, but has a shota and a neko The View From a Cat's Eye Chapter 1, Thinking About Me-ow I can't wait! I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait! He's gonna be here soon! I can tell, when the shade from the tree covers the window, it's almost time for the big yellow metal house to come and drop him off! I'm so bored now, but he's gonna be here soon! Mistress tells me I can't go outside. I guess it's cause I misbehaved, but it's not my fault! I had to go potty! I didn't know I wasn't supposed to go in the neighbor's lawn. I was trying to mark my territory anyway. I hate the shiny white litter box! It's full of water, and there's not even any sand! Well at least the paper is better than using my tongue, but I still don't like it. And the big bowl of water scares me. My Mistress doesn't even like me in the windows either. I'm not supposed to be seen, on account of being one of a kind. I still go in the window anyway, but the back one. I wish I could go outside sometimes and chase the birds and the chipmunks. And the other cats and dogs run through there like they own the place. That's my house, I should be defending it! even the old guy who puts the papers through the door hole gets to walk around my yard. When Mistress is at work all day, and her son at school or at camp, I've got to be at home by myself. It's not like I have ANYTHING to do either. I sharpen my claws on the couch, but they spray me with water when I do that. They tried to teach me how to do other stuff, like cook, but I almost burned the house down. I got so scared I hid underneath the bed until the big guys in coats went away. Their truck was so scary, it had a big sprayer thing and I didn't wanna get wet! I know I'm one of a kind, but it's not fair. I'm not supposed to get caught either. So I got to stay here in the house all day. That's why I'm looking forward to him coming home! He's almost here too, I bet you! There's no more small metal houses on the hard grass outside. When they go away it means he's gonna come home soon. Sometimes they leave the moving picture box on, but I don't like that either. The only thing that's interesting to watch are the other animals they trap in there, but I can't get to them anyway, no matter how hard I try. Oh, they leave the other moving picture box on, but they call it a, I forget, but I don't like it. I don't get it really. I don't know what the buttons do on the big board. Sometimes Mistress shows me moving pictures of other cats on something called you tubes while she pets me. And she has all of these pictures of me on there too, from when I was a kitten. I don't remember my baby pictures. Does anyone? I was tiny when they brought me here. I don't remember being so small, but I don't really remember last week either. I guess she took me from work, at something called a genemecist laboratree. She said it's a big place, but I don't know how many people can work at a big tree. I guess I was some kind of test, or something. I don't like tests. Mistress ran me through some tests to find out my…my…uh, how smart I am. I guess I didn't do so good. That noise! Here comes the big yellow metal house on wheels! I can see him, I can see him, he's coming, he's coming! I know what I'll do. I'll wait at the door for him. That's what I'll do I'll wait here and give him a good meow to make him feel good. "Meow!" I say, as loud as possible. I'll get up next to him and purr and…what's wrong? "Oh, hi Bast," he said, throwing his bag on the floor. "What's wrong?" I asked, leaning down to rub my head against his shoulder. He's about a foot smaller than me. But I think he's sad, I can tell. "The boys at camp were making fun of me," he sighs and drops down on the couch. I crawl up on top of the couch, with my head by his. It's hard because the couch is small, or I guess I got big. I want to let him know how I feel, so I think I'll just purr for a bit. "I'm sorry Bast, you hungry?" he asks. "Well, yeah, but what were they making fun of you for meow?" I ask, taking a break to clean my neck. I think he was sweating or something. "They keep making fun of me, saying I'm gay," he says, kicking his bag. "Gay? What's that?" I ask, watching the thread from his bag. I can see it moving from the wind machine box, flipping back and forth. I can't help it, I want to play with it. "It means I like boys," he says, turning the moving picture box on. I don't really like the thing. "I like boys, does that mean I'm gay?" I ask, dropping onto the couch and putting my head in his lap. "No, you're different," he says, changing the picture on the box to one of those drawn pictures. I like these, he calls them Anny May. They got cats like me, well, kind of. "How?" I ask, rubbing my head against his chest. "You're a girl," he says, petting me under my neck. I love when he does that, but Mistress says he's not supposed to pet me any lower, 'cept for my back. But I wear the clothes like they want me to, except when I forget after going potty. But it's so hot and I'm not supposed to wear clothes, that's why I've got fur. Okay it's not all over my body, my feet are still normal, just the top and bottom legs and tummy and chest are all humany. My feet and tail and head still have fur and get hot, and it's super hot today. "I'm a cat," I tell him, purring. "You're a catgirl. It's okay for you to like boys. I'm supposed to like girls," he said, changing the picture again. These people can't enjoy pictures moving for a minute, and I don't get anything changing in the backyard unless some animal runs out. And I don't even get to push the button to make it happen like they do. "I like girls too," I tell him. I don't get humans sometimes. Chase a ball around for a while and relax, then take a nap. Is life so hard? "It's not like that. They think I want to have sex with boys," he says, getting up. I follow after him, is he gonna feed me? That'd be great! I'm going to go to my food dish to make sure he sees it. Even though they put it on the table I like to get on top of there and eat normally. I don't like sitting like they do. Lying down to eat is so normal. "What's sex?" I ask, watching him pour milk into my dish. I jump on top of the table, knocking something off. Who cares, I got milk! Mmm and it's whole milk too, my favorite. "Hey, off the table!" he shouts. I give him a look before getting down. I don't want to get wet today. "Okay. What's sex?" I ask again, climbing down. It's so hard to sit down and lap up milk. I tried drinking it out of the bottle once and I poured it all down my body. That was the day I found out about the big bowl of water next to the white litter box. I could have cleaned it up myself. "Sex, it's, uh, you know, when two people love each other, I mean uh, when they want to make a baby, I uh," he looks so cute when he's like this. He used to be like this all the time before I had to wear clothes. I don't think he is gay, hehe. "Can you show me Brian?" I ask, finishing up the rest of the milk. I wish I had some chicken or something, but I knew I was gonna have to wait for dinner. "Uh, no, I, I can't, uh, I," he says, such a cutey. He's seventy two years old, or fourteen human years. "What about on the picture box?" I ask, looking at it. The smaller one I mean, with the you tubes and pictures of me on it. They say there's a big net on there with a bunch of stuff on it. "Oh, uh, no, not on mom's computer," he says, still…fluttered? Is that the right word? "What about your box? In your room?" I sometimes don't get peoples. Why is he so worked up. "You, want to watch sex, on my computer in my room?" he asks. Geez, didn't I just ask that? "Sure," I say, smiling with my little teeth sticking out. "You, you sure about that? Uh, okay, come on," he seems off. Is he still sad from before? 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