Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Cat Nip Post XXIV
“Well,” I fluttered over the food that he’d brought. “There should be enough here to feed both of us.”
He said nothing, picking up one of the two chairs I own to sit it astride. His gaze was fixed on me, and I couldn’t help my nervous reaction to his stare.
“I assume you are going to tell me what this is about?” It was a question, a fair one, or so I thought.
“Not what are you?” His voice was a low growl, as I knew it would be.
“I know all I need to know about what you are. You're a shape-shifting jaguar. It seems you’ve made me one of them too." I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice. I had never felt so right as the moments during the night I'd spent being a cat.
"I'm also a witch, and as you know, a healer. Do you do anything besides change from cat to man?” I thought the question relevant, but wasn't prepared for the loud laughter that poured out of him, nor the sensual line of his neck, as he guffawed at my question.