A shudder travelled slowly down his spine and throughout the rest of his body, spreading out and giving him goose pimples. His hair stood on end, almost buzzing with imagined electricity, as a long, thin, human finger once again moved down his back, making him tingle with excitement and uncertainty. He felt he was in different territory now – powerless yet charged with energy, reluctant but unable to resist the wonderful sensation of the hand on his back. He didn’t know what to think so he simply followed his instincts.
He gave a slight yawn and purred.
Arching his back and stretching, he turned around and began to affectionately nuzzle the hand that petted him, running his soft, smoothly furred head up its arm and into the human’s lap. The hand followed, scratching behind his ears and under his neck in a way that was simply divine. Feeling that purring was simply not good enough an exchange for such joy, he curled up in the human’s lap in an abominably adorable manner and promptly fell quietly to sleep.
She had discovered the stray sitting on the front step, staring intently out at the street twisting its head to follow passing cars around the corner. Every time they did so its tail would start twitching, as if he was sticking out a thumb, trying to hitch a ride. She had sneaked
up behind it stealthily, with no less design and cunning than a common thief. She knew she had him when instead of jumping away from her hand’s touch, he instead began to purr. Slowly and carefully she picked up his furry, slumbering body and carried him into the house.
She sneaked a few treats up to her room for him and spent the day playing with the delightful stray. He gambolled about the room delighted by his surroundings and eager to play with his host. They both spent a while playing with one another and by the time she realized that she would never be allowed to keep him, she was already in love with him.
In the evening she let him out, hating to part with him, but knowing it was best to keep him out of the house. Surely no one could have an objection to that?
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At this point nothing would pain me more to say that they both lived happily ever after in a loving but slightly distant relationship and that both their families were happy with it (the strays normally have a prejudice against mingling with humans) seeing as I'm a pessimist. But seeing as the story seems to be going in the general direction of the sweet, cute, cuddly and sunshiny-days-on-the-beach, I’ll let the cat live and the girl be happy and grow up being loved and having a wonderful and lovely childhood. After all, what’s the point of fiction if it isn’t a break from disappointing reality?
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