>Rain spattering against the windows
>Chilled breeze wheezing through the vents from outside
>Can't sleep.
>It's nights like this when you miss her the most
>Bitter irony to think back, when she first shared your bed it was the height of summer
>Her thick coat made it unbearably warm
>Would be welcome during nights like this
>But then you’d notice that her nonstop purring kept you awake
>Used to have to wait until she fell asleep before you could even try to
>You're trying to now, it's been over an hour of tossing and turning
>Is it the lack of that steady hum next to you causing it?
>Just clear your mind, think of nothing
>The rain lightens
>The wind calms
>The silence is deafening

>She playfully resented being called 'kitten’ in casual conversation. But you knew you were the only one who could get away with it
>Any leering Chad or catcalling operator using the same words would have been turned into a scratching post.
>She’d groan with derision every time someone threw out a joke about 9 lives or if some random child would dig their grubby fingers into her like she was some petting zoo exhibit
>But never with you
>Beneath you, her eyes would flush with desperation for release
>She’d dig her claws into buttocks and shriek “give your kitty more”

>Shaken awake minutes after dozing off, and you're still dreaming about her
>The echo of her voice still rings in your ears, and you can't decide if you’d rather cherish the memory, or be rid of it so you’d be spared the thought
>It's only been a few weeks, how could it not still be fresh in your mind? It would almost be easier to hate her, if you could.
>You would welcome the constant shedding and cleaning
>You’d dig the tubes of matted hair out of the shower drain
>You’d put up with the nasty looks from the crowd
and the assholes who would cry “beastiality” behind your back
>Fuck it all, if only it meant she was in your arms now
>Christ, you’d trade it all


>You bought yourself an expensive designer blanket, satin bristles standing on end that you could run your fingers through
>It almost feels like her fur if you close your eyes and concentrate
>You brush it over your skin and bury it into your face, breathing deeply for her scent
>She used to approach you naked, sashaying her perfect hips around, her tail penduluming rhythmically behind her
>She'd run a soft claw down your shoulder to your chest. Finally snatching you by the belt and leading you to the nearest soft surface
>She'd stretch herself out over it like one of your French girls.
>Totally into the fantasy, she circled around and kneaded into the fabric.
>So precise and careful to leave nothing to the imagination.
>Through half closed eyes, she'd purr out a single command,
>“Touch me.”

>You ran your fingers lightly over her figure
>Connected her spots, traced her stripes
>That slow vibration intensifying
>She arched into you, silken fur electrifying every part of you it touched. It never failed to set your heart on fire
>Squeezed her breasts like an overripe fruit, and worked your hand upward, gripping her nape sharply and deliberately
>Her entire body quavered like the motor of an old German car, her tail flexed around you snugly
>She trilled “Do you always have to pretend to choke me?”
>That was the moment to give her the goods
>Your fingers thrust into her damp, yielding pussy as effortlessly as a key into its lock
>”Ahhhyn...ohhh Anon….”
>She pushed her rear into your hand
>Your other hand clamped around her neck, feeling numb from the vibration
>”Purr, Kitten!”
>She squirmed against your touch, mewing desperately
>She never asked you to let go
>You thought she never would

>But there's no low, soft, guttural moaning coming from the blanket
>There's no hint of vanilla or lavender from the expensive conditioners she filled your bathroom cabinets with
>Here you are, pushing 30 and clutching onto a blanket like a scared child
>Keep this up and you’ll be kissing your pillow
>You don't know how much longer you can keep doing this...