Another evening, another outfit wasted.
She sat back on her haunches and pondered while she felt her
body stretch and relax.
Moisture soaked through the fabric, a reminder of frustrated
anticipation.
Mr. Xavier gently bounced across the room and stared up at
her, questioning why she was home.
He saw her human do the things humans do before going into
heat. They bathed. They removed what little fur they had to
protect their bodies, and his human put on a new skin almost every night.
He also knew her food bowl would be full, his water cold
before she left.
But this time it was different. The new skin came off and the sound and picture box came on, and Mr. Xavier was allowed to snuggle between her human’s warm limbs. He preferred it here, warm, safe, and, if he licked gently, very tasty.
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