She would be first to admit it:  Gerlinde's preening would put a polished trophy to shame as she observes Lisle puss move so sensuously - no, she thought; so<em>sexually</em>, with grinding hips and an arching rut suggested in each delicately placed step.  She doles out punishment for the few falters - a leg too stiff, a hip's vulgar churn a bit too shy.  She does so as severely as she promised, putting her lithe back into each swat fit to shiver Lisle puss to the pits of her bone.  But she does so only infrequently.  And so when Lisle kitty arrives at the litter box, Gerlinde is eager to brush her head with lavish petting.<br/><br/>That's comment enough, she told herself.  Lisle kitty shouldn't expect anything more.  She won't be getting it.<br/><br/>All the same, Gerlinde is too swollen with emotion to not allow a little to leak out.  "Such a fast learner.  Lovely kitty."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's penis ached like a candy about to melt with the need to slot its head in Lisle pussy's face out of reward - reward for them both.<br/><br/>Instead, she lingers by the window and lets her fingertips drizzle firm down Lisle kitty's hair.  Lisle kitty felt wonderful to her - that was just the right word, "Wonderful."  She was amazed at how soothing it was to pet Lisle kitty; how satiny Lisle kitty's hair felt; how warm her nervous scalp was to the touch.  And those eyes...Gerlinde touched the flap of the crop to Lisle's chin to lift them to her.<br/><br/>Gerlinde had no notion that waiting for Lisle puss to use her box and its soft flakes was a contest of wills.  She accepted this as a matter of course.  There was no sense in hurrying, after all.  Not when waiting was so exquisitely pleasant.<br/><br/>Instead, she pet Lisle and gazed about.  It was the spectacle outside the window that caught her attention first: Frost gripped the barren yard, crushing every mote of life in its chill grasp and glinting with vicious possession.  Winter was a hard, wild thing in the East.  Everything was.  The East made it so; some innate coldness, some emptiness to the place refined all life's aspects to a sharp edge: War. Art. Politics. Love.  Especially love.  The East put the edge of its cold to them and sharpened until they were lean and ravenous.  It had no mercy.  Only appetite.<br/><br/>The warmth of Gerlinde's chambers touched the glass of the window with fingers of steam, as though a child pressed in wonder against a porthole to some wondrous, hostile alien world.  Gerlinde felt this and, stroking Lisle kitty's lustrous pate and standing flushed and erect with feeling, she was inspired to share this feeling.  She touched the tip of the horsewhip to Lisle's chin, lifting Lisle kitty's gaze to the sight beyond the window.<br/><br/>"You pee when you feel you can, Lisle kitty."  Gerlinde made her words as delicate as though they touched Lisle pussy's urethra and were coaxing her bladder to open.  She lowered her gaze from the window to give Lisle the lodestone of her solid, celestial stare.  "It may feel wrong, but it is not.  It is not dirty for kitty to do.  You need to do it.  It will make me happy.  Then, after, I will see you cleaned, and we can curl up on the couch to go over what you learned, and I will make you warm and calm as I can.<br/><br/>"It is so cold out there.  Do you see?" Her tone sobered as she drew to the point she had always intended to make.  As calculating as her approach to the subject had been, Gerlinde still felt emotion crack open in her chest and flood out, bringing a fresh and earnest mist to her eyes.  Her voice was briefly rimmed with the wet in the stare she showed Lisle.  "I am so glad you are in here, warm, and not out there.  I know you are surely terrified.  I know you are confused.  But these things will pass.  What will not change is that you will stay warm and fed.  The thought of you being out there, alone in the cold is just...awful."<br/><br/>The crop's lift was replaced by the cupping of Gerlinde's hand on Lisle kitty's chin.  "Things must hurt.  But the worst thing in the world is to be left forever, alone in the cold."<br/><br/>Was that true?  Gerlinde was not sure.  She was too achy with intensity to doubt.  She knew this much:  Her body felt smooth and warm and vital.  Her hand held Lisle kitty's beautiful face in its frame.  Her cock was silken and fragrant; it stretched to where its tip could be kissed by Lisle kitty's breathing across the inches.  Gerlinde and Lisle kitty were on the right side of the glass, and that was truth enough for Gerlinde.