If I were a cat I’d spend all nine lives with you

It was getting unbearable, the itch beneath her skin. Of course Gil was being a perfect gentleman, and if she was perfectly honest it was driving her up the damn wall. If she hung around any longer her moon eyes might evolve into some sort of assault, and she didn’t want that, so Modesty had headed out from the beach and into the prairie (since swimming in the cold ocean was a lie and did her raging hormones no good at all). She didn’t like hunting, but maybe if she found a nice rock to sun herself on, it’d suck some of the heat out of her bones and return it to the earth… or something, anything at this point to take the edge off. Sure her mother had explained the mechanics of it all, but she’d never mentioned this!. The thoughts that raced through her head whenever her fiancé was near would have made her blush under other circumstances, instead, she just wanted to scream. Why was that man so thick? She flopped down onto the flat topped stone with a sigh, the tip of her tail tapping impatiently. It would be sunset soon, but she wasn’t sure she could handle going home.

“Speech.”