Cathy's Cat

Half Alpaca, it spits if I dare kiss Cathy's ruby lips. It plants a jacked-up rhubarb stalk, a stiff stalking walk if I dare roan hands over my lovers compliance. Cathy’s cat is much loved by itself and also by the silky paws of its owner. I think it may be transforming into a Burmese python or something more slinky, sneaky, and lower. As for I, it shows its one scorning pink eye as it struts away tail up, exposing a cool distain as arrogantly possessive as any ‘fork you’ flag.