My stud.....

It was a hot, lazy Sunday. I found him sprawled in bed. He looked so peaceful, deep in the abyss of momentary slumber, seemed oblivious of his surroundings. I sneaked quietly and lay down beside him. I knew he could sense my presence but he kept his eyes closed.

I stroked his mane and he squirmed. I caressed his head, feeling that silky soft hair between my fingers.

I kissed his nose, the nose that loves my smell, that kisses me every morning to wake me up.

I brushed my lips against his ear… that listens to all my complaints… my nagging… my failures… my sorrows… my joy…

His ear twitched and he changed his position. He lay flat on his back, fully exposing his dangling `prized trophy` into the blazing afternoon sun. I laughed… darn you….

I moved even closer and stroke his stomach. I know he likes it very much. He opened his eyes and looked at me. Aaahhh… those soulful eyes that captured my heart. It was absolutely love at first sight. We knew we were meant for each other.

He is my sweetheart….

My confidante…..

My stud….

My cat….. yibbe.



Errr..... say whaattt???


Eat your heart out bebehhhh...