RIO<br/><br/>The cat quickly squatted up on the balls of his feet, acting completely defensive. He couldn't have looked more guilty if I'd caught him with his paw in the cookie jar. Knees apart his short but meaty little dick stuck out. I couldn't help but notice. The little devil was in heat.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Musco up to nothing."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Liar.</em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Musco follow you around places. He very good at it. You only just notice now."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I raised an eyebrow,<strong>"Did Mister Cat go over to the chalets with me? You're a naughty pussy and no mistake."</strong>I wagged a scolding finger at him,<strong>"I need you to be careful. We have guests staying the night and they mustn't see you. Not at all, that would be <em>very bad</em> and Mister Cat would have to be tied up and have his little kitty-dick beaten, so don't you dare let them see you. Tomorrow morning should be fine, once they get hauled off to Ms. Andrews' magic laboratory and made into nice fuckable farm animals like you."</strong>Maybe some of this might get through to him but some might not. Even so I hoped my tone was clear.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What Two-Smell up to? Running all around. Smell like Pig in pants."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>You cheeky little shit!</em><strong>"Never you mind what I get up to. I'm sure you get up to things too you naughty pussy, off round the fields and outbuildings with your little cock and balls hanging out!"</strong><br/><br/>I couldn't help but smile at him though, he was cute and to hear him assembling accusatory concepts like that and asking questions was amazing. He clearly had more brains left than even Molly and she was able to hold a basic conversation.<br/><br/>I needed to get back to watching my béchamel sauce, Senõr Arroyo didn't like it lumpy. I threw the handful of lettuce leaves down onto the ground in front of him.<strong>"Here, go find Sally and feed her that. She'll be in her sty. She likes lettuce."</strong>I turned away to the door only to be stopped by an evil thought...<em>yeah, why not?</em><br/><br/>I turned back to the cat-boy.<strong>"Oh and she likes being fucked in the ass, nice and hard. Especially by cats. So go sort her out."</strong><br/><br/>Returning back to the kitchen I couldn't suppress a chuckle at how Sally would respond to be kitty-raped up her back door. I bet she'd love it the slutty little pig. I went back to my cooking, still with an enormous hard-on and my girl place wetter than ever. I'd need sex this evening. Lots of it.