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Sex and Dead Squirrels
Nov. 16th, 2012 08:43 amCassandra and I had a long, fascinating conversation about sex last night.
Also the Meezer took out a huge squirrel and obligingly dragged it on to the front porch for show and tell: Look, ladies! Dinner!
Cassandra, very much Not a Cat Person, has been surprisingly tolerant about my animals, but this was a bit much for her. The Meeze, of course, is the world's most perfect barn cat, but helas! There are few if any barns in Nassau County, Long Gisland. If this were only 14th century Venice, we'd be perfectly safe from bubonic plague transmitted via rodent vectors: Our DNA would prosper! Theirs would die! All thanks to Meezer!
I've spirited any number of small rodents and even a few birds away from the front porch so Cassandra wouldn't see them, but this was a really big dead squirrel. "Damn!" I said. "I mean there were squirrels in Ithaca. But Meezer never got one."
"These are Long Island squirrels," Cassandra said. "Slow and stupid. They shop at outlet malls."
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"What does it mean to top someone?" I asked Cassandra over dinner, a salad with tons of beets and candied walnuts and small salty morsels of goat chevre – ultimate yum. Served with a bottle of Beaujolais Noveau, first of the year.
Cassandra cocked her head to one side. "Well, it means to run the scene."
"Is it a BDSM term?"
"Not necessarily."
"And do you like doing it?"
Cassandra's eyes went wide and she smiled a dreamy smile. "I do like doing it."
"And had you done it a lot before… ?"
"Before Allan? No. But I was very lucky with Allan, you see. He knows exactly what he wants. He's always asking, How did you know to do that? And I tell him: Because you told me!" She laughed.
( Hidden for graphic sexual content... well... a physiology lesson, anyway )
Lots more I wanted to write, but the magic work hour approacheth.
Also the Meezer took out a huge squirrel and obligingly dragged it on to the front porch for show and tell: Look, ladies! Dinner!
Cassandra, very much Not a Cat Person, has been surprisingly tolerant about my animals, but this was a bit much for her. The Meeze, of course, is the world's most perfect barn cat, but helas! There are few if any barns in Nassau County, Long Gisland. If this were only 14th century Venice, we'd be perfectly safe from bubonic plague transmitted via rodent vectors: Our DNA would prosper! Theirs would die! All thanks to Meezer!
I've spirited any number of small rodents and even a few birds away from the front porch so Cassandra wouldn't see them, but this was a really big dead squirrel. "Damn!" I said. "I mean there were squirrels in Ithaca. But Meezer never got one."
"These are Long Island squirrels," Cassandra said. "Slow and stupid. They shop at outlet malls."
"What does it mean to top someone?" I asked Cassandra over dinner, a salad with tons of beets and candied walnuts and small salty morsels of goat chevre – ultimate yum. Served with a bottle of Beaujolais Noveau, first of the year.
Cassandra cocked her head to one side. "Well, it means to run the scene."
"Is it a BDSM term?"
"Not necessarily."
"And do you like doing it?"
Cassandra's eyes went wide and she smiled a dreamy smile. "I do like doing it."
"And had you done it a lot before… ?"
"Before Allan? No. But I was very lucky with Allan, you see. He knows exactly what he wants. He's always asking, How did you know to do that? And I tell him: Because you told me!" She laughed.
( Hidden for graphic sexual content... well... a physiology lesson, anyway )
Lots more I wanted to write, but the magic work hour approacheth.
