The Isolated Blurt Thread

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Cats are lovable.

I suppose they look at us, as if we were siblings. Or, at least, relatives. Free to bite, scratch, and insult us, and expect to be forgiven...
 
I thought that was puppies :confused: the dried blood/wounds on my hand from sharp little teeth looks like Sanskrit
 
I thought that was puppies :confused: the dried blood/wounds on my hand from sharp little teeth looks like Sanskrit

I used to fight with my cat. Always had bloody scratch marks on my arms. He knew to go low under hand pretending to be snake head and go for soft under part of forearm. Or wait until you put bare feet on floor getting out of bed and attack from under the bed. Also adept at back of the knee tackles. Quite able to take down 135lb bipedal animal.

Came home one day covered in what appeared to be dog slobber. Not a mark on him. Cat claw stuck in fur one day wasn't day wasn't his either. Again no injuries I could find.

Watched him stare down a medium sized dog one day which was barking and growling from 15 feet away. He did appear concerned.

Urinary tract blockage got him at age 10. My buddy and me sadly drained back our beers. Poured last mouthful on ground as offering to the gods in J.D.s name. A real cool cat!
 
I used to fight with my cat. Always had bloody scratch marks on my arms. He knew to go low under hand pretending to be snake head and go for soft under part of forearm. Or wait until you put bare feet on floor getting out of bed and attack from under the bed. Also adept at back of the knee tackles. Quite able to take down 135lb bipedal animal.

Came home one day covered in what appeared to be dog slobber. Not a mark on him. Cat claw stuck in fur one day wasn't day wasn't his either. Again no injuries I could find.

Watched him stare down a medium sized dog one day which was barking and growling from 15 feet away. He did appear concerned.

Urinary tract blockage got him at age 10. My buddy and me sadly drained back our beers. Poured last mouthful on ground as offering to the gods in J.D.s name. A real cool cat!
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fuck, the tears we shed for pets, I'm convinced that they are evolving along with us, love just as fiercely across species.

Did the cat have normal sized balls?
 
I still have not recovered from the clock change. There are more people coughing now, than there were before the clock change.

Spring visitors ?
 
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fuck, the tears we shed for pets, I'm convinced that they are evolving along with us, love just as fiercely across species.

Did the cat have normal sized balls?

For a 20lb+ not obese cat they were standard sized, lost them when my buddy reclaimed him, had in and out privileges never noticed spraying, he would bring his friends over for parties, wouldn't be surprised if there were cat orgies in living room during the day

told the story before of him killing a rabbit in the middle of the living room in front of female room mate, when your cat scratches you he is definitely holding back, he scalped it from front legs to hind quarters, would have disemboweled it if not beaten off by screaming roomie

won't ever get a male cat due to urinary tract blockages, hard way to lose a buddy early, when buddy reclaimed him he was on special diet and I think human birth control pills or something, still got blocked up 3 times, 3rd did him in, not sure if neutering contributes
 
mariette was hungry in her ass. she squirmed on her chair at the vanity having frigged herself to a fruitless numbness without getting to the itch. a live cock on a faceless clean boy - she'd be affectionate but detached - wouldn't take long. they all go for the ass when offered.

she adjusted to the corner of the chair - wriggling her asshole into the wooden seat - better than frigging it - but not enough - though this was now.

she could scratch at the hunger - brutalize herself out of it, but never quite reach the need of this need - it couldn't really wait for the hunt either... that would be a different fuck.

she was flush - in the mirror - cheeks, chest... and of course her pussy - pink crimson... her left nipple held fast a metal clip that dangled its twin from chain that now played down past her pussy. her breath, deep slow and determined - she knew herself beautiful - and told herself so with a long and satisfying gaze into the eyes of her image in the glass. she wriggled more - slowly, deliberately... forcing open her gates against the chair... stare... broken... eyes fading closed to a tingling focused silence...

no. nothing cold or dead would do.
 
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