I should really be doing French homework, but... meh, it can wait. This is much more important...
Disclaimer: Do I look like Andrew Lloyd Webber or TS Elliot?
P.s, Quidam helped with the inspiration for this one. Sorta.
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Tugger groaned as he was pulled out from a deep sleep by a noise. A noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper…
"Oh, Heaviside!" a voice gasped loudly, followed closely by another whimper.
The maned cat's ears flicked in the direction of it, and his un-neutered tom-hood took over, leading him towards the source even though his mind told him it really wouldn't look good if he were caught.
As he got closer, he could hear short, shallow breathing and deep purrs coming from a box that rocked slightly in time with each breath. But merely listening wasn't enough – he wanted to see it. Just as long as he wasn't caught.
As he poked his head around the entrance to the box, his eyes widened at the same time one of the cats inside gasped with pleasure.
Jemima and Macavity were doing things they shouldn't…
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Ha! Weren't expecting THAT, now, were you? Maybe I should boot the rating up a few notches...