Cats – Tannille

Blackie’s Catitude and the Valentine’s Day Gift

Valentine’s Day… The human slave and her John, make out on the couch. He came bearing bling. She squealed with

The human slave shifted her weight from foot to foot and stroked my fur as my motor ran. I peered

The human slave may have forgiven him, but I remember the emotional distress. Her tears woke me up from the

Blackie yawned and stretched. She clawed at the recliner, keeping her weapons sharp. “Don’t do that to the furniture.” Whatever.

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers My owner, or rather my slave rides a broomstick. Her ape boyfriend rides a