Hecate, lying stretched out on the couch, reached one paw into the last bit of sunlight coming through the picture window.
Phyl ran her fingers through the cat’s fur. “What you looking at?”
Hecate blinked lazily.
“Comfortable, are we?”
Hecate purred like a tiny electric motor.
“Of course you are. I’ll bet you’ve never wanted a man.”
Hecate sighed and continued purring, gently quaking the cushion.
“Of course you haven’t. You’re a cat. What could you want with a man? For that matter, why don’t you sit in my lap and make us both happy?”
Hecate rolled onto her back, her legs still stretched out, purring, her eyes on Phyl.
“You’re a slut, you know that?”
Phyl’s mobile said, “Hey, Sister, Pick Up! Hey, Sister, Pick Up!”
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