Kate murrs a little from Cici's affectionate treatment. She loves having her belly rubbed, or touched at all, but that's such a feral pleasure that she wouldn't dare admit it. She picks up Cici with her forepaws and rolls onto her back (she has deposited Marcellus and Matt elsewhere on the floor while she was digesting Cici), placing Cici atop her warm belly. Behind the chikorita is Kate's soft pink snatch, and beyond that is her pucker, and beyond both of those, her nine tails are fanned out as a fluffy screen to give them privacy. "Go ahead, dear," she says, winking back.