Friday, June 17, 2005
Kitty had had quite a night as a cat. She arched her back in a final feline impulse, purring softly to herself. It had been wonderful fun playing with the dogs. She'd saunter up behind them in four-legged form and meow in that sultry cinnamon way of hers that brought out the tiger in them. They pursued her as she sprang a skewed path all the way to a magic meadow she knew of, where no one could disturb them. Only Kitty and her chosen pursuers knew what secrets they shared in that out of way place. The dogs never told, but let out a panting sigh whenever they recalled it. Kitty meowed to herself in the mirror, resolving to sleep a sound sleep that night. By now she had enjoyed so many of these little romps, she could no longer say for certain whether she was born a girl or a cat.
Note: This story is dedicated to Tom and Icy.