Pussy Grabber

Once you and El are safely in your room, door closed behind you, you are on each other. Giving each other the kiss you wanted to give at the door. A deep passionate kiss, tongues dancing together. You both let out a happy hum.

"Mmmm, that's better." She whispers. She looks at you with a serious expression. "That was so hard Jesse, I can't even explain. I don't know if I can do that again."

Peering into her dark eyes you could feel the struggle she went through that day. You even caught little snatches of memories of her sitting in class struggling to hold it together. You hug her tight.

"Tomorrow the whole family is taking the day off to be together, we've got a little time now. After that...we'll have to figure it out." You say softly. God it felt good to have her in your arms. The pair of you spend a little time to catch up, both verbally and mentally, filling each other on the events of the day. She didn't have much to report but you tell her all about the dancing, the pissing off Fiona, the baking, the...episode with your mother, and the afternoon walk.

"Sounds wonderful." She says.

"It was." You admit.

You watch as El freshens up then the pair of you head back downstairs, hand in hand as usual. As you reach the bottom of the stairs you notice your grandpa on his way out the front door.

"Where you going Grampy?" El asks.

He smiles. "Just outside for some fresh air, I can't stay indoors for too long."

Without a word the pair of you join him. You watch as he walks around the lawn in his bare feet. The earth at his feet, the wind in his face, and the sun shining down on him seems to do him a world of good. You and El admire him as he just soaks it all in. You completely understood his decision now. A life full of doctor's offices and hospitals would truly be a fate worse than **** for him. A year or two in the sun worth more to him than twenty in a bed. There is a tear in your eye, but it wasn't purely a tear of sadness.

You suddenly hear a crash down the street, a recycling bin being knocked over. Looking in that direction you can see Chloe on her Vespa scooter weaving all over the road. Christ, she was a menace! Making matters worse was the big beat up cardboard box she had sitting on her lap. The act of balancing the box and driving seeming to be too much for her as she wobbles and weaves. Exacerbating it further her eyes are more focused on what was in the box than where she was going. She glances off the front fender of a parked truck then narrowly misses an oncoming car. The other driver blares his horn, she doesn't even take notice and just keeps on going. She hits the curb roughly, almost dropping the box, weaves onto the sidewalk and just continues along obliviously. Thankfully there were no pedestrians at the moment.

Seeing the group of you in the front yard she points the scooter in that direction. She bisects the driveway at a diagonal and drives straight up onto the front lawn! The second she is going slow enough...she just steps off of her scooter, box in her arms. The bike continues to roll forward on its own before it tips to the side and falls over with a crunch, missing the house by just inches. It lies on the grass, its rear wheel spinning.

"Chloe!" You exclaim.

Your grandpa is cool as can be. He calmly goes and turns off the Vespa's motor. He pulls it upright and wheels it over toward the driveway. The thing was pretty beat up.

"Chloe, what the hell?" You say.

She was paying you no mind, her entire focus on the contents of the box. She calls out. "We need bandages and **** and uh...cotton swabs. We have to save her!" She was at the front door in some distress, having difficulty holding the box and turning the knob at the same time. "Jesse, don't just stand there! This is an emergency! Help!"

You hesitate just a second, but eventually rush forward to open the door. Chloe darts into the house, you and El were right behind her, curious about what was happening. She heads to the kitchen and sets down the box. Your grandmother looks over at her in surprise. "What is all this?"

Chloe looks up. "I found it!" You then notice her clothes were all disheveled and dirty, leaves and twigs all over her. A full on small branch was still lodged under the chin strap of her bright yellow helmet. Her glasses were crooked and smudged. She points into the battered box. "It took me most of the day but I found it. It was in some shrubs. I just reached into that bush and grabbed that little pussy."

You all peer in. There it was, the little white pussy Chloe had told you about. It looks up at the gawking humans and lets out a little mew. "Oh my god, it's in pain. I think it's dying!" Chloe cries.

It was pure white with striking blue eyes. It was in that in between stage of not quite being a kitten or an adult cat. It was dirty and very skinny, it looked like it has been quite some time since it had a good meal. It wasn't feral but it appeared like it had been living on the streets for quite a while. Despite everything it actually looked in good health, except for a slight limp. It mews again.

Chloe wails. "I'm a monster! She's in agony!" She bends down and picks it up out of the box, cradling it to her chest.

"Chloe." Your grandma says patiently. "Chloe, it looks fine. Settle down sweetie. Probably just a sprained leg. It does look hungry though." She turns and pulls a jug of milk out of the fridge then goes to find a bowl.

Chloe looked incredibly relieved. "Oh thank goodness." The little creature was already purring at her affections. She looks down at it with surprised happy eyes. "I think she likes me!"

You put your hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, I'd say so."

You, El, and Chloe all crowd around to pet and adore it. It soaks up the attention, mewing and purring and kneading against Chloe's chest. The little thing was a charmer to be sure.

Your grandma puts the bowl of milk down on the floor. "There we go. Set her down Chloe, let her have something to eat."

Chloe carefully sets the cat down in front of the bowl. It immediately begins lapping at the milk in an almost **** manner, the poor thing really was famished.

Chloe says. "Aww, she's starving. She needs more protein, look how skinny she is." Chloe begins rubbing herself through her dress. Not bothered in the least by who was there. "Cum's got lots of protein. Bring me a bowl. I'll give her some of Mama's milk. Pussy's can eat semen, right?"

Your grandfather covers his face with his hand as you and El just start laughing. Your grandmother says with the patience of a saint. "No Chloe, cats don't eat semen."

"Oh." She says, obviously disappointed.

Elsie asks. "You said you were looking for her most of the day. Didn't you have work?"

Chloe shrugs. "I forgot to go."

El responds. "I dropped you off right in front of your building! How could you forget to go?"

Chloe waves away the question. "I had more important things to worry about. I couldn't stop thinking about her." Her eyes were totally focused on the little feline. Wow, Chloe might soon be unemployed at this rate.

You finally say the thing most of you were thinking about. "We better tell Mom."

Chloe looks up at you with huge worried eyes. "She won't...she won't make me...she can't!"

You say in a soothing tone. "Listen Chloe. There are very good shelters...'

"NO! We can't take her to a shelter! She's a Bailey, she's my little Muff." Chloe was despondent, she adds in a little voice. "All the Bailey's live here now. We can't send her away."

"Muff?" Your grandpa asks.

She nods. "I named her Muffin. Muffin Bailey. Muff for short."

Oh boy, you weren't sure how your mom was going to react to this but for Chloe's sake you hoped well. Chloe had fallen in love with the furry little creature. There could be drama ahead. One thing was for certain, inviting Chloe to live with you has certainly livened things up.