What do you think? Should we go to the meeting in the park?
Harlequin face Dahlene looked questioningly at Grace, the pretty calico.
No, Grace sighed, I don’t want to go. Do you?
Dahlene leaned into an Oleander rubbing her right shoulder. These black cats always got something goin on. I did not like the mean glare in Big Black’s fiery eyes. What kind of cat looks at a feminine feline like that? Being so mean isn’t going to make him any friends. The brown side of Dahlene’s face twitched and so did her tail.
A sleek young black cat ran toward the pair of queens. Don’t look now, . Grace, but here comes a black cat. Speak of the devil.
Good morning, Ladies, the black smiled. He decided to stop. Grace, you and Dahlene never come to any feline functions. You girls would do well to show up.
Sultry Dahlene rubbing her tush on the Orleander bush said, Hey, Bey, what you gonna do, revoke my kitty card?
Yellow eyes, impossible to read, looked deeply into Dahlene’s. We can do more than that. The sleek black shook his tail at her and moved on.
Sometimes I just hate them with all that black cat voodoo scat. Dahlene kneaded her claws in the dirt.
Laying under the Orleander with white paws neatly folded under her snowy white chest and shoulders, calico Grace cocked her head in thought.
I have never found a need to go very far for anything I want. Grace purred, while kneading her paws into her breast so no one could see. With her rounded head, one brown ear and longish dense coat Grace looked like the girl you’d want to take home to mother. Grace, bred for better things, practiced manners, style and charm, as much as any cat on the street could.
Grace stood up to knead her feet. Her tail quivered. Grace, clearly conflicted, rolled her head from side to side with eyes closed and said; I don’t know what to do. Big Black scared me. I thought he liked me. His hard look shook me to my core. Grace shivered just thinking about it. I don’t want to leave my home.
The Mockingbird called, Weeo, weeo, woop, weeo. Here comes The Gray.
From under the porch strolled The Gray. Beautiful queens come with me. Let’s discuss this over a drink. Gray stepped between Grace and Dahlene. He nudged Grace with his right shoulder, while he wrapped his tail around Dahlene. Lovely ladies should never have to do anything they don’t want to do. Gray knew when he took that intimate, deep purring tone females followed willingly. Purring, he squeezed through a garden gate and turned for the girls. Open portals of paradise for my queens.
Roses, azaleas, angel trumpets and in front of double yellow hibiscus was a pond. Grace and Dahlene approached with bellies low to the ground. Kittens that learn caution live to grow older.
Gray walked in slowly with an air of importance, showing off the hidden garden’s delights. Grey held his well shaped head high on his magnificently arched neck, his sturdy compact body with dead level top line ended at his thick tail, whichhe carried straight up in anticipation of a good time at the water hole.
Sultry Dahlene looked at the Gray in an alluring way. She couldn’t control the twitch of her tail, which flicked like a snake. Do you come here often? Dahlene said with eyes half closed.
The water tasted cool on her tongue. Before long the Gray and the beautiful queens were laying on their backs under the yellow hibiscus.
The Gray broke the dreamy silence. Darlings, everyone should see City Park. Look for the gazebo by the playground. I’ll leave my mark. I’ll introduce you to the finest New Orleans cuisine around. You ought to go, the black cats will know. It will be a night to remember.
Grace and Dahlene looked at the sky through the hibiscus. The decision was made, plans needed to be laid……. later.
Now it was time for a cat nap.
No comments:
Post a Comment