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This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
I wasn’t sure exactly what it was that had spurred Caduceus to sit on my face.
Generally there were three possibilities that lead to cat butt in face at the crack of dawn. My old, fat tiger cat was hungry. My old, fat tiger cat was hungry. And my old, fat tiger cat was hungry.
“Deuce, honestly it’s too early,” I groaned, pushing a furry ass off my forehead then attempting to roll over. With the twenty pound tom on the blanket moving was difficult. I huffed and lay there, staring at the window of my bedroom, blinking blindly at the small electric alarm clock on my bedstand. The numbers were unreadable. Slapping at the stand for my glasses I yawned, the sound of rain hitting the window finally reaching me through the thunderous purrs.
I lay there for a moment, Deuce resting on my chest, whiskers tickling my scruffy chin as he watched me with his cross-eyed stare, and reminisced. Rainy fall days had always been Carmichael’s favorite. Autumn really made the man insanely happy. He’d bounce around the shop humming those silly old songs from the twenties that we played all day long at Afterlife Antiquities. He’d always said he’d been born in the wrong era.
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This sounds really interesting. Looking forward to more.
Old times have a way of lingering in the mind. Great scene.
Great snippet!