Cat & Mouse
Jul. 25th, 2005 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalon"I'm not going out there!" A disembodied voice tells me from the depths of my sheets & blanket.
"Why?" I ask sitting at the edge of the bed, I lift a section of the sheet and find buried treasure. A single leg, smooth & shaved, with drag racing flames tatooed up the lenght from the ankle to the knee. I run my fingers down the calf lightly. The foot kicks my hand away and retreats back to the safety of the caverns made out of the unmade bed.
"NO!" her voice squeels from somewhere under there. "I'm not going to do it. I'm tired & broke & your broke & it's hot outside & people suck..."
"I'm 'people'" I chime in
"Noooo" She pauses her diatribe, a cow has suddenly appeared on the tracks of her train of thought, "Your something much stranger than that... but i'm still not getting up!"
"You won't find a job that way..." I almost sound like my Dad. A pillow is launched at me. It misses and hits the bookshelves. An action figure of a winged demon woman goes down. She took one for the boys: The row of dead white men word frozen and bound to the whims of my interest.
"WORK SUCKS!"
"How would you know?" I tell her picking the pillow back up and remounting the action figures vigil over my collection.
"It 'sucks' because that's all you ever talk about when you get home" Dear God please don't let her do it. Don't let her do that imitation of my voice... ahh shit.... here ic comes.
"This is you 'I had too do the work of three people today because none of the five people they hired have to do any work...' and then you don't say anything for the first hour but sulk in front of the TV!" Her voice a nasal whine being keel hauled across a bedrock of exhaustion.
"I DO NOT sound like that..."
"UH-HUH! And you better believe I won't! They can't pay me enough to come home with that look you have on your face."
"Honey" I sigh
"Don't do it!" She rises & sits up suddenly like Dracula out of the coffin. Her black hairs a preshower explosion, you can count the rings under her eyes and guess the age of her habits, two small breasts point at me menacingly, dark brown bruises & purple bite marks decorate her shoulders like dinosaur freckles. Her cracked lips pursed at me.
"What do you want me to do?" I say sitting back down on the bed.
She just shakes her head 'No!' and then she leans forward and gets on all fours, the sheets melt away from her body and form puddles around her hands and knees. She crawls forward towards me. One look in her eyes and you can see she's not there anymore, not on the inside. Something deep has opened up within her. She is avataring some kind of lost Cat Goddess, a feline LOA. Bast God Form. She is a sister to the Jaguar & the Panther. She is the Mother of a 1000 screaming kittens running naked under the full moon in the secret city. She leans her face into the sheets in front of me, rubbing her cheek back and forth against the cotton. Her ass rises in the air, sways slowly to some internal music, she can't purr so she pants. I go to run my fingers through her hair but she bolts up and bites me on the finger suddenly. It hurts like a bitch, but I leave it there, she's smiling holding it between her fangs. She puts the pressure on the bite slowly. She's testing me. My fault for dating a pain freak. I let her hold it and keep my poker face up. She lets go of my finger. She remains still. The fan whirrs, the sink drips in the bathroom across the hall, a bird chirps outside. A bead of sweat forms on my brow. I blink and she pounces on me. Knocking the two of us off the bed. She kisses me with a rage alternately biting my tongue and suckling it. Her fingernails tear into my shirt, through my t-shirt and only the hair on my chest shields me from her carving my heart out. I reach up and flip her over. Her eyes widen panic/pleasure. Well if this is how baby wants to play...
"Hello and thank you for calling Messages Inc. this is Shanee how may I help you?"
"Shanee, this is Rob. I'm not going to be able to make it in today..."
"Ohhhh you sound funny Rob, is everything OK?"
"Yeah... well no. No my Cat got out today and I don't want her getting lost."
"Oh-no! How old is she..."
"Old enough to know better, look I know this sounds stupid"
"Oh no, no, no. I have four cats myself. I'll tell Michelle you won't be in today..."
"Thanks Shanee."
"Good luck finding her..." but i've hung up already. Scratched up. Chewed. Bitten. Gnawed. Fucked into paralysis. Then fucked into submission. Then fucked once more to make sure the job was done. I can't even feel my balls anymore. I collapse back on the bed. Drained to the bone. A state not quite dead yet. Her voice summons me back from beyond the grave.
"Hey!" she yells from the shower, sounding funny from trying to brush her teeth at the same time, "Issa a Biew-tiful da' aht!" She spits into the sink " Let's go out and do something, huh?"
"Why?" I ask sitting at the edge of the bed, I lift a section of the sheet and find buried treasure. A single leg, smooth & shaved, with drag racing flames tatooed up the lenght from the ankle to the knee. I run my fingers down the calf lightly. The foot kicks my hand away and retreats back to the safety of the caverns made out of the unmade bed.
"NO!" her voice squeels from somewhere under there. "I'm not going to do it. I'm tired & broke & your broke & it's hot outside & people suck..."
"I'm 'people'" I chime in
"Noooo" She pauses her diatribe, a cow has suddenly appeared on the tracks of her train of thought, "Your something much stranger than that... but i'm still not getting up!"
"You won't find a job that way..." I almost sound like my Dad. A pillow is launched at me. It misses and hits the bookshelves. An action figure of a winged demon woman goes down. She took one for the boys: The row of dead white men word frozen and bound to the whims of my interest.
"WORK SUCKS!"
"How would you know?" I tell her picking the pillow back up and remounting the action figures vigil over my collection.
"It 'sucks' because that's all you ever talk about when you get home" Dear God please don't let her do it. Don't let her do that imitation of my voice... ahh shit.... here ic comes.
"This is you 'I had too do the work of three people today because none of the five people they hired have to do any work...' and then you don't say anything for the first hour but sulk in front of the TV!" Her voice a nasal whine being keel hauled across a bedrock of exhaustion.
"I DO NOT sound like that..."
"UH-HUH! And you better believe I won't! They can't pay me enough to come home with that look you have on your face."
"Honey" I sigh
"Don't do it!" She rises & sits up suddenly like Dracula out of the coffin. Her black hairs a preshower explosion, you can count the rings under her eyes and guess the age of her habits, two small breasts point at me menacingly, dark brown bruises & purple bite marks decorate her shoulders like dinosaur freckles. Her cracked lips pursed at me.
"What do you want me to do?" I say sitting back down on the bed.
She just shakes her head 'No!' and then she leans forward and gets on all fours, the sheets melt away from her body and form puddles around her hands and knees. She crawls forward towards me. One look in her eyes and you can see she's not there anymore, not on the inside. Something deep has opened up within her. She is avataring some kind of lost Cat Goddess, a feline LOA. Bast God Form. She is a sister to the Jaguar & the Panther. She is the Mother of a 1000 screaming kittens running naked under the full moon in the secret city. She leans her face into the sheets in front of me, rubbing her cheek back and forth against the cotton. Her ass rises in the air, sways slowly to some internal music, she can't purr so she pants. I go to run my fingers through her hair but she bolts up and bites me on the finger suddenly. It hurts like a bitch, but I leave it there, she's smiling holding it between her fangs. She puts the pressure on the bite slowly. She's testing me. My fault for dating a pain freak. I let her hold it and keep my poker face up. She lets go of my finger. She remains still. The fan whirrs, the sink drips in the bathroom across the hall, a bird chirps outside. A bead of sweat forms on my brow. I blink and she pounces on me. Knocking the two of us off the bed. She kisses me with a rage alternately biting my tongue and suckling it. Her fingernails tear into my shirt, through my t-shirt and only the hair on my chest shields me from her carving my heart out. I reach up and flip her over. Her eyes widen panic/pleasure. Well if this is how baby wants to play...
"Hello and thank you for calling Messages Inc. this is Shanee how may I help you?"
"Shanee, this is Rob. I'm not going to be able to make it in today..."
"Ohhhh you sound funny Rob, is everything OK?"
"Yeah... well no. No my Cat got out today and I don't want her getting lost."
"Oh-no! How old is she..."
"Old enough to know better, look I know this sounds stupid"
"Oh no, no, no. I have four cats myself. I'll tell Michelle you won't be in today..."
"Thanks Shanee."
"Good luck finding her..." but i've hung up already. Scratched up. Chewed. Bitten. Gnawed. Fucked into paralysis. Then fucked into submission. Then fucked once more to make sure the job was done. I can't even feel my balls anymore. I collapse back on the bed. Drained to the bone. A state not quite dead yet. Her voice summons me back from beyond the grave.
"Hey!" she yells from the shower, sounding funny from trying to brush her teeth at the same time, "Issa a Biew-tiful da' aht!" She spits into the sink " Let's go out and do something, huh?"