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"GAH!" I scream, "Get off of me, you pervert! Jeez!"
"Yeah, that's Felix" Deomi says, stifling an obvious laugh.
"Oh, God," I shakily say, "You touched me in places I've never been touched before, and never want to be touched again."
I shudder. That was awful. Ugh.
Honestly, I can't blame him. I never knew that about cats before I became one. I doubt he did either. I run back onto the treadmill. Ooh, this feels good. Painful, but in a good way. It warms up my furry body, which makes me thinks: what if I forget I'm a cat tonight? I'm assuming we're gonna do the nasty, and if we do, and I forget I'm a cat, will Deomi remind me? Will she do it anyway? If she does remind me I'm a cat, will the transformation be a turn-off? Deomi called me a hot cat, which is a bit weird, but hey, if she thinks I'm sexy as a great big cat, I must be doing something right.
All these thoughts swim around in my head for the next five minutes until I get thoroughly exhausted and lay down on the still-moving treadmill, sliding off onto my back on the floor. Deomi picks me up and hugs me, and I put my arms around her neck and nuzzle her face. I like being a cat. I can use my own neck as a headrest. Life is good.
"GAH!" I scream, "Get off of me, you pervert! Jeez!"
"Yeah, that's Felix" Deomi says, stifling an obvious laugh.
"Oh, God," I shakily say, "You touched me in places I've never been touched before, and never want to be touched again."
I shudder. That was awful. Ugh.
Honestly, I can't blame him. I never knew that about cats before I became one. I doubt he did either. I run back onto the treadmill. Ooh, this feels good. Painful, but in a good way. It warms up my furry body, which makes me thinks: what if I forget I'm a cat tonight? I'm assuming we're gonna do the nasty, and if we do, and I forget I'm a cat, will Deomi remind me? Will she do it anyway? If she does remind me I'm a cat, will the transformation be a turn-off? Deomi called me a hot cat, which is a bit weird, but hey, if she thinks I'm sexy as a great big cat, I must be doing something right.
All these thoughts swim around in my head for the next five minutes until I get thoroughly exhausted and lay down on the still-moving treadmill, sliding off onto my back on the floor. Deomi picks me up and hugs me, and I put my arms around her neck and nuzzle her face. I like being a cat. I can use my own neck as a headrest. Life is good.