- Jul 23, 2022
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♡ You let other women make a fool of you ♡
The city at night was her favorite. The warm glowing of the two-leg den windows, the occasional soft talks of the two-legs that roamed the streets, and the gentle songs of the crickets in the park provided the mood along with the summer fireflies.
Milk was no stranger to the cats in the neighborhood. At least not to the toms of the neighborhood. Her tall stature as well as her air of seduction and mystery would be what caught most cats' eyes, but it would be her honey-sweet words, a purr as smooth as satin, and the warm and welcoming fluff of her perfectly groomed fur that made them stay.
Most of the mollies, or at least the insecure ones, hated her, she knew this. But it wasn't her fault that she had a voice and scent that was a siren call to any who were attracted to the female physique and behavior. She was simply gifted. Was she supposed to just ignore her gifts for the sake of a few weak-willed she-cats who couldn't keep their mates from straying?
Milk laughs at just the thought. The Norwegian forest cat mix would prowl the streets this night on a mission, she wished for company, food in her belly, and a warm body to curl up to before leaving at the first light of dawn with no explanation. Her intense auburn gaze moved lazily along the expanse before her, she would smile charmingly at the first pair of eyes she met. Milk would then move down from her perch with the grace of a smooth-flowing river and saunter slowly over to her chosen prey, a soft coo flowing from her maw as she moved to brush against them, "Well hello there.~ And what is a nice looking cat like you doing out all alone?"
Milk was no stranger to the cats in the neighborhood. At least not to the toms of the neighborhood. Her tall stature as well as her air of seduction and mystery would be what caught most cats' eyes, but it would be her honey-sweet words, a purr as smooth as satin, and the warm and welcoming fluff of her perfectly groomed fur that made them stay.
Most of the mollies, or at least the insecure ones, hated her, she knew this. But it wasn't her fault that she had a voice and scent that was a siren call to any who were attracted to the female physique and behavior. She was simply gifted. Was she supposed to just ignore her gifts for the sake of a few weak-willed she-cats who couldn't keep their mates from straying?
Milk laughs at just the thought. The Norwegian forest cat mix would prowl the streets this night on a mission, she wished for company, food in her belly, and a warm body to curl up to before leaving at the first light of dawn with no explanation. Her intense auburn gaze moved lazily along the expanse before her, she would smile charmingly at the first pair of eyes she met. Milk would then move down from her perch with the grace of a smooth-flowing river and saunter slowly over to her chosen prey, a soft coo flowing from her maw as she moved to brush against them, "Well hello there.~ And what is a nice looking cat like you doing out all alone?"
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