Cat Fancy

Hello Dear Readers,

Anyone up for a cute story about man-cat relations? Me too! So, my feline friend, Sasha, has lately taken to hiding in my closet, usually for a quite awhile, often springing out when the wombury least expects it, which produces in me a female-like shriek. This was the case last night, only the womby wom had already hit the sacky sack and was nearly asleep. Since it's warm these nights the door to the Cave can only be opened a crack. Sasha pops out of the closet, figures she's stuck in the cave, and decides what the hell, let's jump in bed with the wombury. This is the cute part, a picture of interspecies bliss: wombury, in his skivvies, lying on his stomach nearly unconscious and Sasha, on her back, arms akimbo, and putting her little oval cat paw in my man paw.

We fell asleep holding paw. A couple of lovebirds.

Until then,

The WOmbury