That answers that question. I definitely fancy cats, thought Ed, realising that it was indeed a female feline.
The two cats circled one another with curiosity and intrigue. Ed was mesmerised and enchanted. She smelt irresistible and held herself with such grace and pride. She gave off an odour that penetrated deep into his instincts, stirring up a primeval archetypal lust, full of instinctual longing.
“Well I’m guessing that you are not a Transient, you young feline goddess,” breathed Ed as he sniffed and nuzzled in her fur as she gave him the once-over.
“Meooowww, meoowww,” replied the cat.
That rules conversation out then. Well many a relationship has worked on scant communication anyway so I don’t see why this one can’t. Besides, what would we be doing wasting time talking anyway, he reflected, losing his breath with desire but letting his thoughts run away with him.
I wonder if this constitutes unfaithfulness with Abella? After all, I am dead and a completely different species. It hardly bodes well for our future together. Oh well, onward and upward. I’m beginning to realise more than ever with this whole situation that I have to go with the flow. Jump in at the deep end and experience everything I can as an animal, thought Ed, as the female cat gave him a perfect view of her behind.
“What shall I call you, Miss?” queried Ed.
“I know, I’ll call you Kinky because I’m sure it’s kinky for me to be having my wicked way with a cat.”
Kinky shook and ruffled her body, put her head down and gave a very clear signal to Ed regarding her objectives. She started grunting sweetly and moved backwards towards him provocatively.
I don’t think I’m going to need an instruction manual here, thought Ed, as he looked down startled to see he had a slightly barbed member.
“Here we go,” he exclaimed as he mounted her from behind, instinctually biting her gently but firmly on the back of her neck before taking a more predictable course of action. It was a passionate but brief process involving a lot of screaming and yelling, especially once the job was complete. Before he could consider what had just happened Kinky was off into the bushes and away on her own into the distance.
“I suppose a cuddle is out of the question then?” exclaimed Ed ironically as her white fluffy tail bounced out of sight. The whole process completely drained him and he headed back to the house, shaky legs and all.
“That was absolutely one of the best orgasms ever. Forget tantric foreplay, this was the real deal. Sex in the wild. I’m learning more and more every day.”
Ed zapped back past the pond, up onto the fence, past the gardens, along the path and back through the plastic cat flap into Frank and Ali’s. The kitchen felt warm after being outside as he popped himself into his basket and onto the soft blanket. Soon the morning had come but Ed just slept right through. Even the noises and murmurings of father and son preparing their breakfasts and heading out into the day did little to stir him and he slept on into the afternoon. The previous evening had been exhausting, the information about his death, wild sex with a white furry pussy and everything else that had gone on. He really was in a strange dreamland.
***
When he finally woke, he wandered from the kitchen, through the living room and up the wooden stairs, partly covered with a strip of maroon carpet with three or four inch gaps either side, revealing an old stained wood. It felt very unsettling being in someone else’s house, getting a glimpse of their most private activities, lifestyles and habits.
I shouldn’t be too nosey, thought the cat, as he cantered and danced up the stairs, around two ninety degree bends and up to the landing where the carpet changed to a clashing grey colour with small beige diamonds. It looked hideous, all the more so because of the threadbare texture around the most used parts. Frank was obviously not a millionaire.
The landing at the top was tiny with off-white painted wood chip wallpaper and three scruffy painted doors, two of which were closed. He soon steered a course towards the only open door and through into a small room. It was well lived-in and scantily furnished, square with one medium-sized bay window with half-closed green and gold curtains tentatively hanging on fewer curtain rings than they should. They cast an eerie light across the room, which combined with the grey wallpaper made it feel quite dismal and despairing. The double bed had one set of pillows which were ruffled and disturbed on one side only. The blankets and sheets lay discarded on the unused side, tossed over by an individual obviously in a hurry to get up and out.
He jumped up onto the bed, skipped over the crumpled cloth and over to the neater side. A small framed picture was all that adorned the bedside table, a thin gold coloured frame and a picture of a plain but pleasant looking young lady. Above the photo in simple and plain handwritten text were the words;