A sore spot...
I was hiding from the persistent rain under a drainpipe. It was wet and chilly. And that shameless pipe kept splashing cold little streams onto my face and fur. I rose up on my front paws and with all my might: — Frrrrrrrrrrr! But it wasn't scared and kept pestering me. Just when I was about to give up hope, big, gentle hands suddenly lifted me up and pressed me against them under an umbrella. It was dry here, and long-awaited warmth came from the hands. Mrrrrr. I didn't care where they were taking me, as long as they didn't throw me back out into the rain. I warmed up and started to doze off…
I woke up because something tasty-smelling wafted by. I was placed in front of a saucer and a whole stream of milk
filled it to the brim. No need to persuade me: I hadn't eaten for 2 days, so I started greedily lapping it up — before they changed their mind or before other hopefuls came running. Having eaten my fill, I decided to look around…The most important thing — it's dry! Clean, and it smelled nice… Not like near the garbage bin where I'd been hanging around lately. There were wet shoes in the hallway; just in case, I hissed at them, but, getting no response, I moved on. A familiar smell led me to a closed door. It was coming from right in there. I scratched at it with my claws, demanding to be let inside. I slipped through the slightly opened door.
It turns out the hands that saved me from the universal flood belonged to a beautiful young girl wrapped in a towel. Under it, a luxurious chest and a slender figure could be guessed. Her hair was wrapped in another towel, so it was impossible to get a good look at it. She was standing in front of the mirror and smearing something on her face. Could it be sour cream? Mrmmmmm. Quickly jumping onto the washing machine standing near the sink, I sniffed and was disappointed — it wasn't sour cream…. Then the mistress took another tube and continued smearing from it. With hope, I sniffed again, but another miss. Taking a contraption and unscrewing its head, she sprayed under her arms… In vain did I decide to sniff again!!! The smell caused irritation and a sneeze. I need to make a run for it, or I'll lose my sense of smell completely!
I proceeded into the living room and noticed a very tempting armchair. Curled up into a ball and dozed off. The melody of a mobile phone ringtone sounded. Without opening my tired eyes, I listened with one ear. — Not "Vika," I said, it's over between us.
Aha, so my mistress's name is Vika. The rest wasn't interesting, and I dozed off again.
Having slept my fill, I wandered into the most important room, which people call the kitchen. A surprise awaited me there. The saucer was again filled to the brim with milk, and next to it, on another saucer…….. Mmmmmmmr. Sausage, carefully sliced into small pieces for convenience by caring hands. Having thoroughly licked my face clean of the tasty remnants, I moved on to meet adventures. And they didn't keep me waiting long… Hearing a pleasant melody, similar to the purring of my beloved Baska, and following the sound, I entered a pleasantly smelling room with a magnificent sofa. I decided to test its softness by jumping onto it. Believe me, there are NO better experts on sofas and armchairs than us — cats.
Vikulya was lying on it, and I began to examine my mistress. Now her body was hiding nothing, and with disappointment I noted that she had no fur at all… Except maybe… just a tiny bit between her legs… Everything else was smooth. I rubbed my head against my mistress's side, and understanding my thoughts — she petted me. Mrrrr. What bliss Urrrrrrr …Urrrrrrrrr… When her hand got tired, I curled up into a ball and decided to take a nap… But, suddenly, my ears caught a barely noticeable movement. Lazy as I was, I opened one eye.
The mistress was licking her finger and then running it over her nipple. She tried to lift her luxurious breast with her hands and lick the nipple. But she couldn't quite reach it with her tongue, causing the nipple to swell. Apparently, it hurts there and needs licking… Grateful for the most delicious sausage and the freshest milk, I moved to help. It was hard for me to reach the nipple, and I licked the breast, thinking it wouldn't hurt either, and tried to get to the spot that was bothering her. But before I could even properly touch it, I was pushed aside. What ingratitude for my noble impulse?!
Probably this time it hurt her a lot, because she didn't push me away. And although her body sometimes shuddered from the touch of my tongue, she mustered patience and accepted my help. Apparently, the pain began to subside, because she started to purr… And sometimes stroked my head. I thought everything was fine now and we would curl up and fall asleep on this wonderful sofa, but then a new trouble happened. Licking her finger, Vikulya lowered it down and rubbed something there.
That's what happens when you don't lick yourself clean after using the toilet. But how do you explain that to people?… I chased away the sleep attacking me and went to look for a new sore spot. Properly spreading her legs, as we cats do, she tried to lick her own loins. But how stupid these people are!!! If she couldn't reach her nipple, how was she going to lick herself there? People are so inflexible… Probably because they always walk on two legs.
I must admit, this time the mistress understood that she couldn't manage without my help… She showed me the sore spot by licking her finger and fiddling with it where it hurt. I crept closer, and suddenly… I smelled a familiar scent. That's how my Baska smelled during heat. Well, not exactly like that, to be honest. Baska smelled much nicer! But still, there was something similar in this new aroma…. The mistress spread her fingers apart at her cherished place so I could see better where the sore spot was and awaited help.
You don't have to persuade me for long — you should always help your mistress, especially since I was counting on a reward for my labors. With all my might, I licked the sore spot and Vikulya shuddered. But she didn't push me aside. Apparently, she understood she had to endure to get better. More gently and carefully, I began to lick the sore. After a while, the pain reached its peak, because the mistress started moaning and then convulsed. Then this pain subsided. So, I came in handy. Proud of the work done, I stepped back and sat on the edge of the sofa. Watching with satisfaction as the mistress dozed.
Well, okay, I can wait for the reward… I was just about to take a nap too, when Vika got up and went to the main room. Purring in anticipation, I followed her with my tail. The cherished refrigerator opened, and the wonderful smell of sausage hit my nose again. I watched joyfully as it was being sliced, rubbing my fur against my mistress's legs…
After it was carefully laid on my saucer, I looked at the empty milk saucer, then at Vikulya. She understood me with half a glance and took the bottle of milk. Apparently, there was some disappointment in my eyes, because, after thinking, she put it back and took a jar of Sssssssour cream! I love it so much! Sour cream!!! Mrrr. Urrrrrr. For it, I'm always ready to lick a sore spot………….