Sitting on the porch in the afternoon sun always makes me wax philosophical. It's the most natural thing in the world for a cat to get hungry. It's a fact of life. We eat to gain energy, we expend that energy to find food to eat and it all repeats. Leaving a meal unfinished simply doesn't make sense to the instincts that drive me to consume.

Maybe that's what intrigues me about this mouse~ We both know how this relationship is going to end, with her inside my belly, becoming part of me forever. Each time I let my claws part her fur, she shudders and presses back into them, enough that I must be careful not to pierce her skin. Each time I lean in for a kiss, her tongue feels for my fangs, memorizing them as she squirms in anticipation. She playfully hides around the neighborhood as the sun sets, just so that I can hunt her out, eyes gleaming and nose working in overdrive as silent footfalls mark my passage.

And each time I catch her, I can feel her blush into the paw wrapping around her mouth, even as I slip the other between her legs. She's right there, ripe for the taking. It's not that I don't want to take that final step. We've already started. Her right ear. We call it a botched piercing, but that's not quite a semicircular cutout. If you look closely at the edge you can see teethmarks. She always toyed with her ears but these days, she exclusively plays with the right one, feeling the marks over and over and over again.

Her beautiful shoulders and spine. We had to replace her backless dresses. I try to use my claws judiciously, but I can't help myself. One of these days I'll make a scar that runs up her neck and we'll need to get more turtlenecks for her. Forest green of course. Just the way she likes them.

Her inner thigh. One day while I was pleasing her, I couldn't hold myself back, and turned to the right to take a bite. She walks with a bit of a limp now, and leans on me while standing. I haven't seen her spasm that hard before or since.

Ah, here she comes now. I watch as she drinks deep from a glass of water, tilting her head back to drain the cup. Tonight I think I'll wrap my mouth around her throat, let my fangs dig in, feel her pulse press back against the tips of my teeth. I can already picture the anticipation, dread, lust as they mix on her face.

She leans on me. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and unconsciously start stroking her arm with a thumb. I'm starting to get hungry again.