<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/CatBoy-1.jpg)</div><br/>Such a beautiful day.  Green pastures and hills seemed to stretch on for miles, shimmering in the light and the gentle breeze that swept over the land.  The only signs of civilization apparent in the occasional fenced in pen or brick wall.  The farmhouse was nestled far beyond the trees, out of sight and out of mind.  All manner of animals wandered about in the distance, eating or sleeping or playing.  Content.  The way the warm sun shone down on the Farm you would almost think it was a paradise.  Its owners were good at keeping secrets.<br/><br/>Far away from the grazing herds a boy crouched in the tall grass.  But not just a boy.  Golden eyes flashed mischievously as he pounced upon something.  A tiny squeaking, cut off in an instant.  Tearing and feasting.  When he slunk away from the carnage his claws and mouth were stained with fresh blood.  Musco stretched languidly, firm rump high in the air and nails scratching at the ground.  His nose wrinkled cutely above crimson lips as he yawned silently and stalked his way over on all fours to a high stone wall.  The boy leapt up four feet with surprisingly little effort, landing gracefully at the top.<br/><br/>Musco sat back on his haunches, legs spread unabashedly wide and exposed to the open air.  Once he deemed himself comfortable he began to pass his tongue slowly about his bloodied fingers.  The taste seemed to please him immensely, as did the act of cleaning his face.  Whatever joy he got out of it was enough to arouse him if his nethers were any indication; his pink member had hardened slightly in the interim, long and bristled.  Rather than pay it any mind he simply went about washing the rest of his body, starting with the shoulders.  His body twisted easily, a thing of taut muscle and elegant skin.<br/><br/>The Farm was truly a strange and wonderful place.