47. Smart Pets

A soon as my girl walks in the door I rub on her leg. Smells of the outside world sift though my nose. The place she spends her days, the one filled with strawberries, cigarettes, and chicken. I love smelling my girl on these days. She bends over so I can lick the chicken stains off her fingers. Her breath is slow and steady; it was a good day for her. I decide to test my luck and pull her into the kitchen. I was right, she grabs some treats from the cupboard.

After feeding me a few, she moves though the kitchen, her heart starting to pump faster. I jump to the counter and draw her attention. She’s gathering items together, she must be cooking. She waves me off the counter and I find a nice warm spot along the wall. I sit and watch her as she cooks. The metal pans clank together with a dull, old sound. Spices start to fill the air and steam covers her face. She’s starting to sweat, that means she’ll cover herself in fake pine and cinnamon smells before my man comes home. I drift off to sleep; she’s not going anywhere for a while.

I awake to the sound of a distant, heavy door opening and the jingle of keys. It’s my man. I look around to find my girl; she’s not in the kitchen anymore. The smell of boiled meat and grain mixed with some sort of spice. I consider getting up, but the surrounding air is cold and my man won’t feed me treats. The front door opens and my man walks in with a large paper bag covering his face. His keys continued to jingle as he walks into the kitchen. He calls out to my girl. None of the sound indicated me so I stayed put.

My man scratched my head quickly as he searched the house for my girl. His hands smelled like wild flowers and a hint of something musky. They both came back from the bedroom. He walked out first, then she came up from behind him and pounced. She cleaned the side of his face and he carried her into the kitchen. I could smell her sex. She never presented for him. This whole process would be easier if she just presented and called for him. They will spend the whole evening in a cat and mouse game. Some nights they spend so long playing this game that they never get around to mating. I find my way to the couch and go back to sleep.

The noise box woke me up again. They are both sitting on separate sides of the couch. She still had a lingering aroused smell, but no mating smell. Another failed attempt tonight. I hopped down on her lap to comfort her. Her fingers had a similar musky smell. I purred and she stroked my back. Her heart slowed and her breathing matched mine. The night’s not over, maybe she can try again.

&copyChris Richards 2009