From the life of our brothers smaller (small sketch)

-Hey! Hey! More careful, you are all the time that I kick.
What a people! Generally a nightmare. The boys, they all got. Past can not pass quietly. And as the cold. If only someone gave to eat. Eat ... anything ..
Yes, earlier I did not think so ...
I went on a posh restaurant with a beautiful woman, who, however, cheated on me with my friend. He went on wheelbarrows, which only a few pieces in the entire city. Yachts in Greece, relax in the States, have fun in Asvtralii, New Year in France. Who would have thought that the way it will end. I wonder who ordered me? No, that's for sure Dimka, he now CEO. Although, maybe Cabana did not like my attitude towards his daughter. The very bitch in front of me twisted the tits, the ass. Dura juvenile. Well, think of it, cuddle a little bit, but he was so enraged. Almost no spitting poison and lightning shot. Here only remember a brilliant flash of light, and then fail. Such an a black hole in my memory. I only remember that I saw at the bottom of the presser foot, and could not be cut, they were mine. Chёrnenkie those with little white stripes, as if to bend my head, I see your cravat. I do not know who me so izdevnulsya, or God, or the devil, but here I dressed up in coat, his whole life is now in cat costume and walk tie.
Oh, interesting, and whose hands it lifted me up. Hmm ... nice, warmer even began. I would like to ask as many questions in his head, and say only: "Meow!"
- Well, what are you rasmyaukalsya and, kotёnochek? I'll get you, I wash my. And we persuade mum! It is so? You just be obedient.
I looked only at her eyes and blink. Beautiful is such a green-green eyes. And what a voice something nice this girl. The heat, so you want to sleep. Eyes stick together. I woke up at home. Mom something she had a screaming horror. Then poke the muzzle and shown where to go. Well, I'm in agreement, of course, meowed, say something dumb. Washed, well ...
And my girl is so pretty, pretty and good-good. Stroking me, he poured milk and all those sweet words whispered. But in the hands of takes - it's bad. I like the bottom more. She wears a robe and panties from the bottom can be seen, beautiful lace, such as many would like to purr. And when the heat and without panties, here at Lafayette begins.
Good I have a life, that's just reflexes relatively flies and take out your phone. All fly fishing, disgusting, but much against Mother Nature. And when the phone rings, and I want to take the tube.
But all this is nothing, nothing compared with my feline (and not only) happiness.
I go around the apartment during the day and waiting for my little girl to school will come. I sit at the door and waiting and waiting. Hours of waiting and is not desirable. The most joyful sound - a sound of her heels on the floor in the hallway and the sound of the key turning in the lock. Comes, stroking and talking to dress - it's all class.
I will come, sit in the chair and watch. She unashamedly antics and removes her skirt, blouse, and just as well stay in lingerie and stockings. Why stockings? And God knows it, she does not like tights, but I love her stockings. Oh, and what a view it! Then he removes her bra, and I admire the beautiful small breasts with a light-brown nipples. Hmm ... and then she puts on a robe and I such a bummer. But there is nothing I can see on the bottom of her panties. When she throws the clothes on the bed out of habit, I jump in there and start rubbing muzzle of her skirt, blouse, stockings. Slim and a delicious smell of my girl, she's so sexy. She herding me, of course. But unless she can understand my feelings? Recently often speak at home, they say, a cat a cat wants to, and I violently indignant: yes no cat, no. Lenka I want. What is there a cat ...
That ride on the back noshus throughout the apartment and play with a chandelier on the ceiling. How crazy, of course. Every day is to see and moreover several times a day. I just kind of a cat, and in the soul of a man I ...
Yeah, and I'm listening to the lapping of the bathroom. It should be run. I stand at the door and start meowing. Of course, it will not sustain my suffering. She is so kind, this is my girl, and let me. And here I am in the bathroom, a dream come true idiot. She thinks that I want to swim, and I look at her. Eyes are always great to stare at her from a skin parkas goes, and I want to touch, but only legs, not your hands. Wet hairs are stuck and so touching, Vodicka runs down the breast, then the tummy and legs are, the eye does not take. Lying in the bath, she is thrilled. And I want it! I go: "MEOW!!! MEOW!!!"
And the birthmark she is so cute. On bending the back when back smoothly into the ass.
What else can I say? After all, and I want to flop back - to her seat to his hips and ass to plunge into it as deeply as possible, burying his face in the fragrant dimple on her neck. Feeling her body, hear her gasps of passion and frantically gasping. Caress her, to love ... And she thinks I want to swim. Silly. Bathe me, and I look in her eyes and I want to. The fact that I can not - I'm not a man in this life. Well, that although not castrated.
And after a bath lie down on the bed and lies. If she has a good mood, it is possible even to approach her, and she would lie and stroke behind the ear, and her body, completely naked and so beautiful, very close. I feel the smell of her nose, that's my favorite smell, I love it even more than the smell of fish. And she can put me on your tummy. It's nice here so lie on my girl. It makes you want to lick the language of her skin, but only the rough language of some sort. Resentment. Here I lie quietly and enjoy.
I sleep without it generally can not. But how can you sleep alone? No, now it's impossible for me. And again, I go and meows. Let's go to sleep? And she even understands my kitty, and goes. It will lay down, in the same tee shirt and the kiss to him. Strokes of the ears, and I? What can I do, just loud urchu and purring. More telling me many, many things. She thinks I'm an animal, but the brains at me oh-oh what. So yesterday told how a man met as he hugged her, kissed her. How much would you give to obnal and pressed her to him. So quietly, and I fell asleep.
Often she is sitting at the computer and fills stories about something, maybe even me. Inode it creeps on Neto. Not bad she understands this, and that's sitting in chat rooms often, but I'd love it to me stroked, hugged to her. So I jump on the knees, poking her nose, and she only: do not bother me - pat, and dropped to the floor.
Silly, they have something virtual, but I am real, and so want to love, especially love it, even affection. What is it sweet and kind, though often so sad. Curls up, it remains to me only occasionally to sigh and read rapidly emerging and merging into words bukovki chatting.
That sometimes get out of the ring the night of her warm pens, jump on the windowsill, looking at the stars and think ...
I think about my past life and about today, which is better? And always I come to the conclusion that it's better. I love her so, that my little girl, and it does not care what I give her a birthday present, I give it only to his kindness and his love. All stroked me and love just like that. What they care what my car and a mobile phone number. I just love all ...
In a past life I had everything: money, a woman, an apartment, a car, but something was missing. I was not happy, but now ... I realized that I was unconsciously looking for, and then finally it gained in the present life. I do not have anything now, but there is love ...
But no matter how much I gave to once again become a man and make my girl happy, and to experience happiness. I did not like anyone in the other life, and I loved this, but I'm just a cat. Oh! The star has fallen. We must hurry to make a wish. Ufff, everything - in time. Of course, you know what I put forth, it is easy to guess. But who knows, and suddenly turns ...

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