Betty fantasy

Last week, I was out of town for a day and a half, and I found myself
thinking about Betty. It was so quiet at night, in a strange bed.
There was none of the meowing when Betty discovers me getting under
the covers. There was none of the careful sniffing and pawing. There
was no warm furry on top of me. There was no soft purring. It was a
cold, quiet night.

I lay quietly and thought about Betty. In my mind, I picked her up
and draped her over my shoulder. I stroked her little head, and she
purred. I moved on to stroking her cheek and the line of her jaw.
She lifted her head so that I could scritch her chin. She gave a
shudder and her whiskers trembled. I kissed her whisker pads and held
her close as I carried her to bed. I placed her on my lap and ran my
fingers across her flank. She stiffened and placed her paws on
my stomach. I leaned back as she started to rhythmically knead my
stomach. I placed both my hands on her, and felt her shoulder blades
pump up and down as she worked on me. When she finally finished, she
collapsed on top of me, and I held her close and told her that I loved
her.

Does anyone else have these "pornographic" sounding fantasies about
their cats?

I try not to think about them too much when I'm away on trips or I will end
up getting all worried about them and totally not get what I am supposed to
out of the trip! But I am a worry wart personality.

Karen

"Takayuki" wrote in message
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Last week, I was out of town for a day and a half, and I found myself
thinking about Betty. It was so quiet at night, in a strange bed.
There was none of the meowing when Betty discovers me getting under
the covers. There was none of the careful sniffing and pawing. There
was no warm furry on top of me. There was no soft purring. It was a
cold, quiet night.

I lay quietly and thought about Betty. In my mind, I picked her up
and draped her over my shoulder. I stroked her little head, and she
purred. I moved on to stroking her cheek and the line of her jaw.
She lifted her head so that I could scritch her chin. She gave a
shudder and her whiskers trembled. I kissed her whisker pads and held
her close as I carried her to bed. I placed her on my lap and ran my
fingers across her flank. She stiffened and placed her paws on
my stomach. I leaned back as she started to rhythmically knead my
stomach. I placed both my hands on her, and felt her shoulder blades
pump up and down as she worked on me. When she finally finished, she
collapsed on top of me, and I held her close and told her that I loved
her.

Does anyone else have these "pornographic" sounding fantasies about
their cats?

"Karen" wrote:

I try not to think about them too much when I'm away on trips or I will end
up getting all worried about them and totally not get what I am supposed to
out of the trip! But I am a worry wart personality.

Like Yowie! I was LOL at the image of her stroking Joel's thigh as
though it were a cat.

I remember you were worried about getting Pearl integrated before a
trip. I guess that must have worked out okay in the end.

I wasn't too worried about Betty, because it was a short absence, and
Betty doesn't get herself into trouble. Also, I remember what a good
kitty she was at the shelter where I got her, and think that she must
be made out of stern stuff under that love bug exterior.

On Wed, 10 Mar 2004 16:43:31 -0500, Takayuki
wrote:

Last week, I was out of town for a day and a half, and I found myself
thinking about Betty. It was so quiet at night, in a strange bed.
There was none of the meowing when Betty discovers me getting under
the covers. There was none of the careful sniffing and pawing. There
was no warm furry on top of me. There was no soft purring. It was a
cold, quiet night.

I lay quietly and thought about Betty. In my mind, I picked her up
and draped her over my shoulder. I stroked her little head, and she
purred. I moved on to stroking her cheek and the line of her jaw.
She lifted her head so that I could scritch her chin. She gave a
shudder and her whiskers trembled. I kissed her whisker pads and held
her close as I carried her to bed. I placed her on my lap and ran my
fingers across her flank. She stiffened and placed her paws on
my stomach. I leaned back as she started to rhythmically knead my
stomach. I placed both my hands on her, and felt her shoulder blades
pump up and down as she worked on me. When she finally finished, she
collapsed on top of me, and I held her close and told her that I loved
her.

Does anyone else have these "pornographic" sounding fantasies about
their cats?
It sounds like you had somethinng other than kitties on your mind!

m. L. Briggs wrote:

On Wed, 10 Mar 2004 16:43:31 -0500, Takayuki
wrote:

Does anyone else have these "pornographic" sounding fantasies about
their cats?

It sounds like you had somethinng other than kitties on your mind!

This is exactly what happens here at night! I wonder why it comes out
sounding so suggestive when it's written down?

"Takayuki" wrote

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Does anyone else have these "pornographic" sounding fantasies about
their cats?


I don't know about pornographic, but I do think of stroking my pus... err
kitties when I'm away from them. It's so hard to go to sleep without a
purring cat or two in the bed.

Oh no, you're right. Now everything sounds somehow dirty!

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

"Marina" wrote in message
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"Takayuki" wrote

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Does anyone else have these "pornographic" sounding fantasies about
their cats?


I don't know about pornographic, but I do think of stroking my pus... err
kitties when I'm away from them. It's so hard to go to sleep without a
purring cat or two in the bed.

Oh no, you're right. Now everything sounds somehow dirty!

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki


OK. Let me try. Nothing is more pleasing to me or induces sleep faster than
when I feel the PLOP! of Grant on my right hip, the gentle snuggle of Sugar
on my feet and, when she finally deems to join us, the motor purr of Pearl
cuddled up on my left side. It just seems that then, all is right with the
world, and though I know I will not be able to move for the next two hours,
I'm comfy and at home and can sleep.

Karen

"Karen" wrote in message
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"Marina" wrote in message
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"Takayuki" wrote

snip

Does anyone else have these "pornographic" sounding fantasies about
their cats?


I don't know about pornographic, but I do think of stroking my pus...
err
kitties when I'm away from them. It's so hard to go to sleep without a
purring cat or two in the bed.

Oh no, you're right. Now everything sounds somehow dirty!

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki


OK. Let me try. Nothing is more pleasing to me or induces sleep faster
than
when I feel the PLOP! of Grant on my right hip, the gentle snuggle of
Sugar
on my feet and, when she finally deems to join us, the motor purr of Pearl
cuddled up on my left side. It just seems that then, all is right with the
world, and though I know I will not be able to move for the next two
hours,
I'm comfy and at home and can sleep.

Karen



I concur. I'll be sitting in my recliner with a blanket, soon Patrick comes
to sleep on Mommy, then Nancy comes to sleep on Patrick. Then Moogie takes
up the usual spot at my ankles and within minutes I'm covered in sleepy,
snoozy kitties. Not long after I'm getting drowzy myself!

Stacey

Karen wrote:

OK. Let me try. Nothing is more pleasing to me or induces sleep faster than
when I feel the PLOP! of Grant on my right hip, the gentle snuggle of Sugar
on my feet and, when she finally deems to join us, the motor purr of Pearl
cuddled up on my left side. It just seems that then, all is right with the
world, and though I know I will not be able to move for the next two hours,
I'm comfy and at home and can sleep.

Yes, but your description doesn't have the suggestive quality that Tak's
did. I don't think his activities are any different from yours, he just has
a certain way of writing about it.

Joyce

wrote in message
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Karen wrote:

OK. Let me try. Nothing is more pleasing to me or induces sleep faster
than
when I feel the PLOP! of Grant on my right hip, the gentle snuggle of
Sugar
on my feet and, when she finally deems to join us, the motor purr of
Pearl
cuddled up on my left side. It just seems that then, all is right with
the
world, and though I know I will not be able to move for the next two
hours,
I'm comfy and at home and can sleep.

Yes, but your description doesn't have the suggestive quality that Tak's
did. I don't think his activities are any different from yours, he just
has
a certain way of writing about it.

Joyce

I've given Tak's description of his activities a lot of thought, believe it
or not, but not pertainiing to me, but rather to Victor Velcro, our five
year old neutered male. He has designated me as his person and I wonder if
he would have done so if I were flat chested! He lies beside me about 10
seconds after I hop into bed. He starts kneading on my upper arm, working
his way up to my shoulder. Then he slides his lithe body down my side a
couple of inches and starts kneading on "forbidden territory". I disengage
him mostly because it hurts like hell! He repositions himself so he can
knead my plump belly for a few minutes after which he falls asleep. He
purrs throughout this procedure which occurs almost every night. I wonder
what is going on in his little pea brain!

Charleen who need an iron night shirt