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Sheena Is So Into Kitty Porn

Posted by Daniel on June 20, 2007

Not Our Cats, But Still Cool

It’s no secret, really. Cats are just the strangest pets. And in this house, you can underline that previous statement many times.

You all know the sick antics of our youngest, Annistasia “Get Out Of There” Beaverhausen. If not, see here.

The other female in our little kitty clan is Sheena. A fat fuzzy bundle of “Love me, but don’t touch me. Okay now you can pet me. That’s enough.” To date, her whole world has been wrapped up in sticking like glue to her ever-so-dreamy boyfriend, Jesse. Or as I like to call him, “Hair Explosion”. It is still her dream to have him (though we haven’t told her they are all fixed) poke her in the whiskers.

Of the four cats who allow Steve and I to live with them, Sheena is the one who pretty much keeps to herself and gets into the least amount of trouble. Of course, it’s kinda hard for her to make time to join in on the kitty hi-jinx because she spends so much of her free time tossing her own salad.

Sheena RoastOn the rare occasion Sheena does want to be a cat, the results tend to be pretty precious, as she has such a flare for the dramatic. (see the picture to the left…she thinks she’s all that and a pot roast!!)

Generally the quiet type, she can get pretty chatty when I come into the room. I seem to have this weird effect on her which can, at first glance, appear rather odd. We will both suddenly break into this kitty-talk session where I will “chirp” at her, she’ll immediately return the “chirp”. then me, then her, and so on. This can last all night if either of us had that long of an attention span.

But, as so often happens in this house, something catches the eyes of one (or both) of us and then it’s off to begin a new adventure elsewhere.

Princess Sheena is also very interested in watching TV. She’s especially addicted to anything on the Animal Planet channel. If I happen to be watching something like “Meerkat Manor“. I never miss an episode of this show, and neither does Sheena. She will lay on the bed just intently watching that program. Of course, just like the Daddy’s Girl that she is, during commercials, we both get up…me to raid the fridge, her to visit the kitty box to drop a steamer. I’m so proud of her.

Sheena is a perv.There are times, however, that she just stays on the bed while I go downstairs to forrage. And this is how I came to realize that Sheena is a bit of a porn perv.

I will come back upstairs only to discover that either the program has changed (she and Ian both have a “thing” about remote controls), or the most bizzare commercials happen to be on.

There she was, eyes glued to the TV screen as if it were a goldfish bowl. Sitting at complete attention. Watching intently as two lions were, like, doing it. Here and there, I heard a faint wimper out of her.

My first reaction was to quickly turn off the TV and shake the stern Daddy-finger at her and warn her of what happens to loose kittys who watch such tasteless things…but then, who am I to judge, right? 😉

Glass houses and all.

So I went downstairs to my office to answer some email, you know, just to give her a moment alone with her dreams. After all, it’s her life and, being the modern cool Dad that I am, I figured she’s old enough to know right from wrong.

After about ten or fifteen minutes, I went back upstairs, figuring the kitty fornication on the TV had passed. It had. But there she was, laying on the floor, hind legs pointing straight up in the air. Going to town tossing her salad once again. I half expected her to yell at me or something for walking in on her “after glow”.

The little slut. I’m surprised she didn’t spark up a catnip cigarette.

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