<em>Just like a plucked string,</em>Gerlinde thought.<em>That is just how I feel.  Just like a plucked string.</em><br/><br/>Lisle kitty's nestling had inspired the feeling with just as much immediacy, as much intensity.  The squirm of the kitty's sleek side as she tucked nearer had nearly unearthed a gasp of delight.  Kitty's ear flicking on her large breast, as though cleaning off a space for it, and then bedding its firm form and the plush cheek below, brought a tingle through her nerves.  Morsels of kitty breath puffed from Lisle puss' nose onto Gerlinde's leather tunic - close enough to ricochet and rise to touch her chin - got that thrill breathing right through her.<br/><br/>Gerlinde had a supple arm sown skeleton-deep around kitty, she was petting the bare tit she held in her hand, before she recovered from that instant of excitement.  Looking down into the emerald eyes pillowed on her chest blew away all notions of recovery.  Tingling took her up in its wings and made her draw Lisle kitty tighter.<br/><br/>"Oh, kitty."  It sounded like a psalm to say.  Gerlinde's hand pet Lisle pussy's lower belly, fingertips brushing just a hair's breadth above where the spike of kitty's clitoris grew.  She felt soft as Bible paper.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's mind turned to churches she had visited.  Stately little Wies Church.  The Niederaltaich Monastery.  The chapel in Linderhof.  They had all stretched so hard, in so many configurations, with fingers of gold and silver and marble, to reach for heaven.<br/><br/>Gerlinde smiled, thinking emerald put them to shame.<br/><br/>And the hollowness in her - that gape where an answer, an idea, a future should be - was filled.  Faith had such an effect on emptiness, Gerlinde supposed.  It may not actually put substantial in it.  It did improve the view, though.<br/><br/>She dressed Lisle kitty's lowest of lower belly with skirting brushes, and held her tight.<br/><br/>"Yes, you just rest now, Lisle.  Just doze like you are.  Is that nice and peaceful?  And does your body feel okay?"  Gerlinde's hand reached to slide along Lisle kitty's tail, making the down fluff with feeling.<br/><br/>"How about your tail and ears?"