Friday Night was wild

His name is Boots, which is actually native in Apache for "Tiger Belly" or "Bobcat Ears"




It was my first time shacking up with Mackenzie's pussy. cat and he gave me the wildest experience this past weekend.
more so than any other time I've been accompanied during dark hours.

He's real adorable right here, but the motherfuckers mischievous, nonetheless.
He clawed at my brand new backpack (which I almost skinned him for). He ambushed my dangling feet off the bed (I had to sleep with my shoes on).
You could easily mistaken his purr for a growl.. if cats growled. I had to sleep with both eyes open, not just one, in preparation for attack. When I did fall asleep, around 5:30am he jumped onto the bed- clinging on my head/hoodie for support.

But when it was good, it was amazing. After we got rid of the playful tension, 4play if you will, we cuddled up and he would sleep under my arm while I read a few chapters. At times he would weasel through my shielded face-between my hoodie and the covers- and lick that sandpaper tongue across my nose and cheeks. I really wanted to enjoy it; he's just as cute as a button. If buttons were cute. But damn it was uncomfortable. Why are cats tongues so rough.
Still, I could go for another night with a lovable, delicate pussy. cat like himself. I plan to get my own when I establish my own living area.

Few days later when my body began to heal it's self. I found several tiny scabbing scars on my hands, ankles, and even 1 on my forehead. This ones for you, baby.