A Pet 4

When the pet woke up in the morning, he was a catog again, a combination between a cat and a dog. He licked himself clean and lolled around. he purred around the daughter and the daughter picked him up and kissed him. He felt a little horny. He knew he wasn't supposed to feel horny. Only Korean nobles could feel horny.

the daughter could swear that the korean man was the ugliest and oddest thing she had seen. but he was a good worker. she admired his work ethic. but now he was a catog.

the catog went in search of deborah.

they say you're a womanizer.

i'm no womanizer.

they say you're a psycho.

i'm no psycho.

what are you then?

just someone looking for a place where i belong. i know a place.

the catog jumped over the moon then over the rainbow and deborah followed.

the hairs of leau flowed mellifluously o'er, rushes of hair tossed back, flowing down clearly and coldly, frothing fore'er, it seemed like it had always flowed ne'er ending since time like time itself flowing out of space. there was a lovely private pond where goddesses once bathed. the pristine waters coldly cast in the morning lovely, the wind whispered soft drops of pleroma.

this is my home.

really.

yes.

it's got a nice view.

it's quite.

deborah laughed. you do flirt though.

it began to drizzle a little and the rain tapdanced around for a while. the sun was cutting its way through the clouds.

the catog dived into the waters and swam in the shallow waters. deborah watched from ashore. she did not like swimming and then she licked herself clean.