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Don't have any helpful suggestions, sorry. But it's nice to be loved, isn't it? Jonesey is a cutie though.
It's funny, I'm writing a story about a female cat that looks a lot like yours and is pretty much in charge of the relationship between her and her human, right down to believing her place to sleep is on his pillow.
It's funny, I'm writing a story about a female cat that looks a lot like yours and is pretty much in charge of the relationship between her and her human, right down to believing her place to sleep is on his pillow.
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What a pretty kitty. I used to have one that looked a lot like him. 
He probably wants to make sure you don't go off and leave him again.
He probably wants to make sure you don't go off and leave him again.
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My first thought was that you needed help with… Never mind.
Good looking cat though. I like him.
Good looking cat though. I like him.
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My burmese Jasmine is a little like that. She's banned from sleepin on the bed at night because she pesters me and I can't sleep when she lies on top of me purring. As soon as I get home from work, she follows me all over the house yowling and if i sit down, she immediately plonks herself on me, purring like a freight train. She's more affectionate than the kids!! She loves the kids too but always chooses me over them. She wasn't quite so demanding until our other cat died; she was very upset when we lost him and has been fairly neurotic ever since. We love her to bits tho
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Cat are really simple--they just love you
In Their Shoes
I’ve always tried to be human, even when I was young and, between naps, watched all the cool things humans could do. My desire grew tenfold when I was adopted by Natalie.
She was sensitive and caring, easing my separation anxieties until they were only distant memories. Her scents were always divine; I stuck my head fully inside any shoe she removed; I lounged near her as she took slow baths; oh, and I truly enjoyed our naps where I could breathe in her earthy scents as I dozed between her legs.
She doted on me, each stroke of her hand light and intimate. Much more so than with her occasional male companions. I should know; when they did not throw me out, or were too preoccupied to see me watching in envy, I’d study their clumsy pawing. She’d soon be disillusioned by their sacrilege to her delicate curves, and it’d be obvious she was simply going through the motions.
It would not be like that with me.
She was to be alone this Halloween, left by another male disappointment just a few dozen naps ago. More worrisome was the fact that she was lonely like never before. Even her touches conveyed her depression. So, I made a pact with the powers that be, and whadya-know, they were listening.
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Now I stand here in her hall, trembling with the surge of new feelings; somehow knowing that if I can make her happy, I can keep this human form, this expanse of muscles and tight, relatively hairless skin. Color blooms in my vision, nearly causing me to pass out…or is that from the strange way the air now caresses my naked body? I rub my skin, feeling the strange two-way mirror effect of touch and feel.
I catch sight of my throbbing manhood as it begins to swell and stand out. Now I am definitely the cat’s meow. The thought almost makes me burst out laughing. But that would startle my love, and not make a very good first impression in my new form.
This is my personal witching hour. The chance to prove my love for her in a more human way. I stand in her doorway, watching my angel in her fitful sleep–she is even more exotic in color.
“Na…” Okay, so now that I have the proper setup to speak English, I am a little freaked. I could always understand it, but being able to return the complex communication is a big step for me. One step among so many. I clear my new throat and gently rap on her door with a knuckle. “Natalie?”
She mumbles a sleepy “wha’” before her brain engages and she screams, her eyes wide and staring at me in horror. This makes me leap back in empathy, which does not seem to help my cause.
“Nat, please.” I try to calm her with soothing tones as her stare takes in my nakedness. I have never felt so naked before, so exposed, body and soul. “It’s me.”
This helps her find her voice. “You?” There is no recognition in her eyes, of course. Hmm, how to explain this?
“Me. Your…um…T-Tigger…your cat.” I know this isn’t how it went in my mind during all those daydreams, but my intelligence is frozen by her look. I crouch and sit on the carpet, holding my hands out in a placating gesture. Must not arouse her defenses any more than they already are.
How quickly her look can morph into disgust. “You fuckin’ psycho, what do you want?” I see her reach for the phone on the headboard behind her, and all the implications overcome me. I mean, here I am, practically new to the world, with feelings I cannot control or fathom, a plan that refuses to work as intended, and more explaining than is possible.
“I have spent my entire life,” I cry in great halting sobs, “wanting to love you the way you deserve. To do more than just purr and rub my whiskers against you.” I cradle my face in my hands; maybe I am just a pussy. “I…I’m sorry. I wanted you to be happy.” I continue to sob into the silence, until I realize there are only my sounds and glance up.
“This can’t be,” Natalie whispers at me, her hand still on the phone but her eyes were now filled with shock.
“I know,” I concede as I weep. “I shouldn’t have wanted this.”
“Say ‘purr’ again.”
I give her a quizzical look before doing as she asks.
“How do you do that?”
Now she has me confused enough to stop crying. “Do what?”
“Purr like that–it’s…uncanny.”
I shrug. “I don’t understand; you always seemed to like it. It’s all I could do when you told me how much you loved me.” I begin to cry again; I can’t seem to help it. “I wanted to make you happy, and I messed everything up.” I crumple again in dejection.
I twitch in surprise as I feel Natalie’s arms encircle me, feel the soft, thin cloth of her nightgown as she hugs me to her. I get that fainting sensation again, as I try to cope with the nearness of her.
“Oh my gods,” I blurt out between snivels, “you feel better than in my wildest dreams.”
“This isn’t possible,” she whispers again, but she begins to pet me with those gentle fingers. Though my curls, down my back.
“Oh,” I sigh and stop crying under the spell of her soothing caresses. “I had no idea.” I nuzzle into the fragrant nape of her neck as she continues to explore my new form. As I remember I now have a human mouth, I use my lips to leave wet kisses along her collarbone.
“Tigger…” she muses over my head in an incredulous whisper, “a man.” I can feel the old Natalie return, with the same warmth and caring as when I first became hers.
I look up slowly into her eyes, and I know my fear of rejection shows through. “Your man?” In answer, she tentatively touches her lips to mine. I wait for more, knowing then that I’d do anything to make up for my poor planning. She touches my face, feeling every line. The intimate contact makes me close my eyes and purr, which starts a chain reaction, making her stroke me more intently as I purr louder.
I can feel the heat in her touches now as she begins to kiss me with passion, and my heart sings with joy. Actually, every part of me is singing. As I touch her back, she shivers and stands up, drawing me with her to her bed. I notice her eyes drop down to scan my lower body, and I am very aware of the forward-most part of me.
At the last minute, when I think she is going to pull me down on top of her, she changes her mind. Instead, she bids me to sit beside her. Standing up somehow douses her passion; cats may have an extraordinary amount of empathy, but it still falls pitifully short of understanding the quick flashes of a woman.
I touch her neck with the tips of my fingers and win a delighted shiver. “Please let me show you how much you mean to me,” I ask. “Let me show you how good it feels to have love transferred through a touch.” When she closes her eyes, I shift on the bed to kneel behind her and bring my spread fingers up lightly through her hair. I resist the urge to toy with her hair; I could be happy buried in it forever. But I know arousal only lasts so long unless the flames are fanned.
I announce my closeness with my warm breath a few heartbeats before my lips touch her neck. She instinctively leans her head to the side; in many ways, humans are like other animals, only more complex. I can feel the waves of pleasure coming from her, and the need. With so many broken dreams, she needs this perhaps even more than I do, which only makes me try harder to please her.
With a slow trailing of fingertips from her hair, past her cheeks, down her slender neck, I nudge her clothing off her shoulders. The light material falls down her arms, and I look over her shoulder to see her heaving chest with her stiff nipples. I kiss the tops of her shoulder as my palms slide down her arms.
“This can’t happen,” she whispers into the silence, and I glance over at her worried eyes.
“I’m real,” I smile through a reply. “I’d hope you could feel that by now.”
“No, I mean this can’t happen…you and I.” Uh oh.
“Please tell me you don’t mean that,” I beg, sitting back on my haunches.
She draws a shaking breath and turns to face me. “God knows I want it to work, in my fantasies, in my heart, even. But I can’t see how you fit into my life.”
“Like this.” I urge, wrapping her in my arms. I’d have held her until all her silly thoughts worked themselves out, but she disengages and peers into my eyes.
“What will you do with your time? What about the neighbors?”
“I remember you saying something once: ‘fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke!’”
“Is that what this is to you? A joke?” That makes my grin vanish in a flash.
“Oh, no, no,” I shake my head and search for the right words. “It’s just that…we can tell them…we can figure something out.”
“It’s just not that simple,” she crushes my hopes with her negative responses.
“But it is that simple. I love you more than anything, and you love me, right? That’s all we need.”
“I wish it was that simple,” she whispers, flopping back on the bed with a far-away look in her eye. I just know she’s imagining all the technical details, the many difficulties we’d have to overcome. To be honest, they frighten me more than I can express, and I cling to her like my only life raft in this raging sea, resting my head on her stomach while she absently pets my hair.
Feeling Natalie’s belly move, I have a fleeting hope that she is chuckling, somehow finding the humor, the silver lining. But a quick glance shows that she’s softly weeping. I know she is crying for what she wants and what she feels she can’t have, and even for the fact that she can never be happy. At that moment, I realize my mission was doomed from the start–no amount of magic can make her happy. I cannot make her happy.
The thought, too painful to bear, pushes me up from the bed and I race from the room, from the house, haunted by her cries. I feel the cold night air attempt to cool me, but I would have none of it. The novelty is no trade-off for her love. I had ruined even that now, I see in a flash of understanding; she can never look at me the same way.
It took me a few minutes to remember a hiding place large enough for my new form. I know I only have a short while to wait until I change back, having failed miserably at my end of the bargain. I huddle in the dark corner, and wonder if I will miss being human.
The sex is probably lousy, anyway, and more complications are waiting around every corner. I no longer want to be a miserable human–life is much more peaceful as a cat.
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So, try to cut him some slack if you truly care for him.
In Their Shoes
I’ve always tried to be human, even when I was young and, between naps, watched all the cool things humans could do. My desire grew tenfold when I was adopted by Natalie.
She was sensitive and caring, easing my separation anxieties until they were only distant memories. Her scents were always divine; I stuck my head fully inside any shoe she removed; I lounged near her as she took slow baths; oh, and I truly enjoyed our naps where I could breathe in her earthy scents as I dozed between her legs.
She doted on me, each stroke of her hand light and intimate. Much more so than with her occasional male companions. I should know; when they did not throw me out, or were too preoccupied to see me watching in envy, I’d study their clumsy pawing. She’d soon be disillusioned by their sacrilege to her delicate curves, and it’d be obvious she was simply going through the motions.
It would not be like that with me.
She was to be alone this Halloween, left by another male disappointment just a few dozen naps ago. More worrisome was the fact that she was lonely like never before. Even her touches conveyed her depression. So, I made a pact with the powers that be, and whadya-know, they were listening.
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Now I stand here in her hall, trembling with the surge of new feelings; somehow knowing that if I can make her happy, I can keep this human form, this expanse of muscles and tight, relatively hairless skin. Color blooms in my vision, nearly causing me to pass out…or is that from the strange way the air now caresses my naked body? I rub my skin, feeling the strange two-way mirror effect of touch and feel.
I catch sight of my throbbing manhood as it begins to swell and stand out. Now I am definitely the cat’s meow. The thought almost makes me burst out laughing. But that would startle my love, and not make a very good first impression in my new form.
This is my personal witching hour. The chance to prove my love for her in a more human way. I stand in her doorway, watching my angel in her fitful sleep–she is even more exotic in color.
“Na…” Okay, so now that I have the proper setup to speak English, I am a little freaked. I could always understand it, but being able to return the complex communication is a big step for me. One step among so many. I clear my new throat and gently rap on her door with a knuckle. “Natalie?”
She mumbles a sleepy “wha’” before her brain engages and she screams, her eyes wide and staring at me in horror. This makes me leap back in empathy, which does not seem to help my cause.
“Nat, please.” I try to calm her with soothing tones as her stare takes in my nakedness. I have never felt so naked before, so exposed, body and soul. “It’s me.”
This helps her find her voice. “You?” There is no recognition in her eyes, of course. Hmm, how to explain this?
“Me. Your…um…T-Tigger…your cat.” I know this isn’t how it went in my mind during all those daydreams, but my intelligence is frozen by her look. I crouch and sit on the carpet, holding my hands out in a placating gesture. Must not arouse her defenses any more than they already are.
How quickly her look can morph into disgust. “You fuckin’ psycho, what do you want?” I see her reach for the phone on the headboard behind her, and all the implications overcome me. I mean, here I am, practically new to the world, with feelings I cannot control or fathom, a plan that refuses to work as intended, and more explaining than is possible.
“I have spent my entire life,” I cry in great halting sobs, “wanting to love you the way you deserve. To do more than just purr and rub my whiskers against you.” I cradle my face in my hands; maybe I am just a pussy. “I…I’m sorry. I wanted you to be happy.” I continue to sob into the silence, until I realize there are only my sounds and glance up.
“This can’t be,” Natalie whispers at me, her hand still on the phone but her eyes were now filled with shock.
“I know,” I concede as I weep. “I shouldn’t have wanted this.”
“Say ‘purr’ again.”
I give her a quizzical look before doing as she asks.
“How do you do that?”
Now she has me confused enough to stop crying. “Do what?”
“Purr like that–it’s…uncanny.”
I shrug. “I don’t understand; you always seemed to like it. It’s all I could do when you told me how much you loved me.” I begin to cry again; I can’t seem to help it. “I wanted to make you happy, and I messed everything up.” I crumple again in dejection.
I twitch in surprise as I feel Natalie’s arms encircle me, feel the soft, thin cloth of her nightgown as she hugs me to her. I get that fainting sensation again, as I try to cope with the nearness of her.
“Oh my gods,” I blurt out between snivels, “you feel better than in my wildest dreams.”
“This isn’t possible,” she whispers again, but she begins to pet me with those gentle fingers. Though my curls, down my back.
“Oh,” I sigh and stop crying under the spell of her soothing caresses. “I had no idea.” I nuzzle into the fragrant nape of her neck as she continues to explore my new form. As I remember I now have a human mouth, I use my lips to leave wet kisses along her collarbone.
“Tigger…” she muses over my head in an incredulous whisper, “a man.” I can feel the old Natalie return, with the same warmth and caring as when I first became hers.
I look up slowly into her eyes, and I know my fear of rejection shows through. “Your man?” In answer, she tentatively touches her lips to mine. I wait for more, knowing then that I’d do anything to make up for my poor planning. She touches my face, feeling every line. The intimate contact makes me close my eyes and purr, which starts a chain reaction, making her stroke me more intently as I purr louder.
I can feel the heat in her touches now as she begins to kiss me with passion, and my heart sings with joy. Actually, every part of me is singing. As I touch her back, she shivers and stands up, drawing me with her to her bed. I notice her eyes drop down to scan my lower body, and I am very aware of the forward-most part of me.
At the last minute, when I think she is going to pull me down on top of her, she changes her mind. Instead, she bids me to sit beside her. Standing up somehow douses her passion; cats may have an extraordinary amount of empathy, but it still falls pitifully short of understanding the quick flashes of a woman.
I touch her neck with the tips of my fingers and win a delighted shiver. “Please let me show you how much you mean to me,” I ask. “Let me show you how good it feels to have love transferred through a touch.” When she closes her eyes, I shift on the bed to kneel behind her and bring my spread fingers up lightly through her hair. I resist the urge to toy with her hair; I could be happy buried in it forever. But I know arousal only lasts so long unless the flames are fanned.
I announce my closeness with my warm breath a few heartbeats before my lips touch her neck. She instinctively leans her head to the side; in many ways, humans are like other animals, only more complex. I can feel the waves of pleasure coming from her, and the need. With so many broken dreams, she needs this perhaps even more than I do, which only makes me try harder to please her.
With a slow trailing of fingertips from her hair, past her cheeks, down her slender neck, I nudge her clothing off her shoulders. The light material falls down her arms, and I look over her shoulder to see her heaving chest with her stiff nipples. I kiss the tops of her shoulder as my palms slide down her arms.
“This can’t happen,” she whispers into the silence, and I glance over at her worried eyes.
“I’m real,” I smile through a reply. “I’d hope you could feel that by now.”
“No, I mean this can’t happen…you and I.” Uh oh.
“Please tell me you don’t mean that,” I beg, sitting back on my haunches.
She draws a shaking breath and turns to face me. “God knows I want it to work, in my fantasies, in my heart, even. But I can’t see how you fit into my life.”
“Like this.” I urge, wrapping her in my arms. I’d have held her until all her silly thoughts worked themselves out, but she disengages and peers into my eyes.
“What will you do with your time? What about the neighbors?”
“I remember you saying something once: ‘fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke!’”
“Is that what this is to you? A joke?” That makes my grin vanish in a flash.
“Oh, no, no,” I shake my head and search for the right words. “It’s just that…we can tell them…we can figure something out.”
“It’s just not that simple,” she crushes my hopes with her negative responses.
“But it is that simple. I love you more than anything, and you love me, right? That’s all we need.”
“I wish it was that simple,” she whispers, flopping back on the bed with a far-away look in her eye. I just know she’s imagining all the technical details, the many difficulties we’d have to overcome. To be honest, they frighten me more than I can express, and I cling to her like my only life raft in this raging sea, resting my head on her stomach while she absently pets my hair.
Feeling Natalie’s belly move, I have a fleeting hope that she is chuckling, somehow finding the humor, the silver lining. But a quick glance shows that she’s softly weeping. I know she is crying for what she wants and what she feels she can’t have, and even for the fact that she can never be happy. At that moment, I realize my mission was doomed from the start–no amount of magic can make her happy. I cannot make her happy.
The thought, too painful to bear, pushes me up from the bed and I race from the room, from the house, haunted by her cries. I feel the cold night air attempt to cool me, but I would have none of it. The novelty is no trade-off for her love. I had ruined even that now, I see in a flash of understanding; she can never look at me the same way.
It took me a few minutes to remember a hiding place large enough for my new form. I know I only have a short while to wait until I change back, having failed miserably at my end of the bargain. I huddle in the dark corner, and wonder if I will miss being human.
The sex is probably lousy, anyway, and more complications are waiting around every corner. I no longer want to be a miserable human–life is much more peaceful as a cat.
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So, try to cut him some slack if you truly care for him.
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AngeloMichael said:
Cats ARE in charge of their humans. My family is on the sixth of them now. They tell you they want something, and you get it for them "I want food!" We give them food. "I want outside!" We let them outside. "I'm sitting on your lap now!" My lap is occupied.
The only way to curb this is to keep them out fo your room in the first place.
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I had a damned yellow tom cat years ago. He was kewl except when he was left alone for a day or two. Then he'd shit in every ash tray in the house and pee in my slippers.
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I have htis cat right now:
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c65/theegoatpig/Cat.jpg
He's a little bigger now (this pic is a month old), but he's just as insane as he ever was. He bites your hand when you pet him, and jumps at my mother's knees when she doesn't let him outside fast enough, and likes to get in your way whenever you want to walk anywhere. I'm afraid that someday he will try to get in the way of our cars when we try to drive somewhere, but it hasnb't happened yet.
Crazy cat.
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c65/theegoatpig/Cat.jpg
He's a little bigger now (this pic is a month old), but he's just as insane as he ever was. He bites your hand when you pet him, and jumps at my mother's knees when she doesn't let him outside fast enough, and likes to get in your way whenever you want to walk anywhere. I'm afraid that someday he will try to get in the way of our cars when we try to drive somewhere, but it hasnb't happened yet.
Crazy cat.
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arienette said:Awww, I want a cat.
Me too. I was never allowed to have cats when I was a kid because my mom was allergic. We always had dogs, which are second to none as pets, IMHO, but now I think I would like to have a cat for a change.
At least from the replies on this thread I see that I pretty much got it right for my story what it's like having a cat.
And dogs can be pretty bossy too. One of mine always wanted to walk in front of me in the house, if I got in front of her, she'd bite me in the ass.
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Many years ago Cats were worshiped as Gods, and they have vowed to never let us forget this.
I know what you mean about the Cat trying to take over. I should, I only have a herd of six running about the place. (Who said they wanted a cat? I have more than enough of them and although I would find it difficult to part with any of them now I would do so if I knew they were going to a good home.)
As I sit here typing this I have one perched upon my lap, as well as another on top of the monitor. One is asleep in the bedroom, two are racing about on the Patio and the last is asleep in my wifes lap as she watches TV.
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I know what you mean about the Cat trying to take over. I should, I only have a herd of six running about the place. (Who said they wanted a cat? I have more than enough of them and although I would find it difficult to part with any of them now I would do so if I knew they were going to a good home.)
As I sit here typing this I have one perched upon my lap, as well as another on top of the monitor. One is asleep in the bedroom, two are racing about on the Patio and the last is asleep in my wifes lap as she watches TV.
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sweetsubsarahh said:LOL!!!!
Those pictures are excellent!
The expressions on some of their faces... like the one in the shower, I am guffawing out loud.
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Those photos are great. I have always really loved kitties. The seventh one looks like some kind of sex machine. Maybe that's just my dirty mind.
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It's a full moon. One of my cats just squirmed his way under a low dresser than emerged a few seconds later covered with dust balls.
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MagicaPractica said:It's a full moon. One of my cats just squirmed his way under a low dresser than emerged a few seconds later covered with dust balls.
Probably shaming you for having the dust bunnies.
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Boxlicker101 said:Probably shaming you for having the dust bunnies.
Dust bunnies deserve to live too.
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