The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: Halloween, costumes and candy

That sounds good, but now they are snuggling like lost twins. Also, what if they both leave and we get a third one or may be fourth? 😱
 
My cat prefers to pee in the bathroom sink. 😣 I've tried redirecting him to the toilet or even the litter box, but he just looks at me like I'm crazy. So I'm stuck cleaning the bathroom sink multiple times a day.
😂😂😂😂😂😂. Sorry but that's funny as hell! I would be extremely frustrated too if that were me, but since it's not... Don't hate me lol
 
I have two cats. One has always loved being brushed. The other has only recently discovered it - she used to hate it. But now she demands to be brushed several times a day. And the other cat, seeing me take out the brush, then doesn't understand that it's not for her.
Our long-haired cat wasn't a fan of brushing, but she will tolerate a lot of things if I have a treat in the other hand and she can see it gradually approaching her mouth. Now sometimes she'll go bite the brush, which I think is a demand, but I'm not sure whether she's into the brushing or just the treat.

She does a great job of grooming herself, but she gets hairballs and the hope is that brushing her will slightly reduce the frequency of those.
 
Or water, for that matter?
The first time we had a double sink and a master bath. One of the cats we had then, claimed one of the two sinks as a date bowl and would get upset if we didn't leave it full of water for her to drink from. Back to a single sink for my SO and I to share in the mornings.
 
Simple premise: whenever you get fed up of AI-related threads and discussions, post something entirely unrelated in this thread and bump it to the top.

One of my cats loves sitting in the shower to drink water. But she doesn't drink water from the floor or the walls, or even from the tap. No, I have to fill a cup water and pour it out so she can slurp at it.

The central heating in my house has started switching on. That's about two months earlier than it does most years.

My wife bought me quite a nice whiskey, from Wales. I'd had Welsh whiskeys before, but I didn't like them, so this was a very pleasant surprise.
Do you know about the Irish whiskey that is also cat-related? I'm not a whiskey expert, this might be a Scotch? Sorry, but it's called Fairlie's, I believe? If I'm mistaken it's in the details and I'm close enough that if not 100% accurate you have enough to chase down the rest. I'm looking right now at an empty bottle (I inherited the bottle) with that name and little cat paws....and yes, I love and cherish my cat and all cats. And dogs. Most critters...not so much the bipeds.
 
Something that crosses cats and smut: the most fun I had creating a fictional place for any of my stories is a seedy lesbian bar called The Pussy's Whiskers. It has a simple, but very innuendo riddled menu. I have used it in a few stories, most notably in A New Life. @MillieDynamite : it's inspired by the bar in Bound.
 
Something that crosses cats and smut
I got onto my hands and knees, and crawled to Tiffany. A crooked, and slightly predatory, smile on my face. I licked my lips in anticipation. As I continued my cat-like prowl, Tiffany reached down with her hands and parted herself, ready for me. Adding to the general feline vibe, she almost purred in a soft and emotion-filled voice, "I've never done this with a woman. But I want to with you, Lily."

Reaching my 'prey,' I bent my elbows and kissed each of Tiffany's pedicured and dainty feet. I began to lick slowly up from one ankle... Then had an inspired idea. "I think you might like this, sweetie."

Closing my eyes, I thought cat thoughts. A sharp exclamation from Tiffany made me open them again. I saw shock in her face, but also something else; desire. I'd found I was a decent judge of human character, at least in the area of wants and needs. Angels can be very calming and I bathed my new friend in invisible waves of serenity. She clearly relaxed. Pleased with myself, I wriggled my whiskers and licked my furled paw-like fingers. My furry tail curled round my pale pink body. "Do you like the ears, honey?"

Tiffany gulped and nodded open-mouthed. "Well let me try my cat tongue on you. Sorry if the whiskers tickle."

I placed a palm on either of Tiffany's thighs and lowered my face toward her. Wow! I had always loved the scent of an aroused woman, but I seemed to have also acquired a feline olfactory system. My whole body quivered as I inhaled her deeply. Closing my eyes, I savored the moment. Her aroma rolling through my nostrils like a fine Bordeaux on my palate.

I could resist no longer and touched the tip of my long, rough cat's tongue to her crinkly, dripping vaginal opening. Her taste was also divine and I leaned up to let Tiffany briefly take me in her mouth. To let her share in my sensory dream-world. Then down again, but this time peeling the hood off of her clit and lapping at her. Feeling her body begin to twitch and soft moans start to pass her lips. Tiffany put a hand on the back of my head and guided me to her pussy. Given my appearance, it seemed only appropriate.

My tongue was muscular, as well as long, and I probed her sweetness deeper than any human girl could have. Soon Tiffany's moans turned to fevered groans. Her twitching turned to the start of convulsions. And her juices flowed, a heavenly cream for this angelic kitten. I found her clitoris with my fingers and gripped her thigh securely with my other arm. She wasn't going anywhere.

I tightened the sinews in my tongue and extended it to its full, and considerable, length. Then I plunged into her, my face pushed hard against her vulva. Then out. Then in harder. Lingually fucking her grateful wetness. The groans became yelps. The yelps became louder and more frequent, finally merging into a single, drawn out scream as Tiffany's body trembled and I felt her sprayed juices on my nose and cheeks.

Letting her calm down, I returned to my mother cat routine on Tiffany's clit. Slow, sensuous lapping. As she came back to herself, a smile formed on her sweat covered face. "Your turn now Lily."

We swapped places and -- just as Tiffany had earlier -- I opened myself for her. Feeling like the cat that had caught the canary.
 
Something that crosses cats and smut: the most fun I had creating a fictional place for any of my stories is a seedy lesbian bar called The Pussy's Whiskers. It has a simple, but very innuendo riddled menu. I have used it in a few stories, most notably in A New Life. @MillieDynamite : it's inspired by the bar in Bound.
I am literally, at this very moment, writing a story in which two characters talk about Bound.

EDIT: I rewatched it last night. For research.
 
I am literally, at this very moment, writing a story in which two characters talk about Bound.

EDIT: I rewatched it last night. For research.
I just had to look up to see in which story my characters watched it. It was in the third to last story in the series. Two hetero couples are watching movies some Saturday evenings. The two women are bisexual and in a relationship as well. The film was suggested by one of the men, who had originally been a film major. The two women loved it. The other guy hated it.
 
I am literally, at this very moment, writing a story in which two characters talk about Bound.

EDIT: I rewatched it last night. For research.
I question your research motive 🧐. Okay okay, I question the research being your primary motive.
 
What is your preferred writing device?
I'm ruling out clay tablets as impractical

I am always looking for the perfect pencil, or the ideal pen. I really enjoy a good fountain pen.
I once used an electric typewriter, a Brother. I miss it.
I recently picked up an old clunker of an electric typewriter at the thrift store for 25 bucks. Weighs a ton.
I should have saved the 25 bucks

I am currently eying a manual typewriter on Amazon for about 150 after taxes.
My brain has gotten lazy using a computer.
But seriously clay tablets technically can be free. You can make 'em yourself and, unlike 4k years ago, you have your own oven to bake it in and make your work last forever! You could call your basement the 'New Nineveh'!
 
I am literally, at this very moment, writing a story in which two characters talk about Bound.

EDIT: I rewatched it last night. For research.
Just read the synopsis. I think your research was justified. In fact, I may follow your lead... :)
 
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