Fidget, scratch, wiggle, stretch. It was official. Jc was bored.
Not that he didn't love his sister Heather dearly. Because he did.
Like alot. However listening to her drone on and on about
some "simply precious" new curtains she found for the guest bedroom,
made him want to stick a fork in his eye and be done with it. His attention wandering, he spied a small round puff of white curled
up in the corner. " Hey Heath.....you get a new cat? Mometarily distracted from her Martha Stewartesque rambling about
matching Duvets and Slipcovers, she said, " Oh yes. We just got her
at the pound. Isn't she simply precious?" Eyes rolling, Jc made a mental note to get his sister a new word of
the day desk calender. Like immediately. Not everything could be
simply precious, for God's sake. "What did you guys name her?" "Snowball, because she's all white and round" Heather gushed. Jc sniffed in superior Catlike disdain. Snowball. Could you people
have just any less creativity? Sheesh. Silently holding a mental
conversation with the napping Snowball Jc said " Break free of your
chains my sister. I will not allow these foolish humans to degrade
you with their simplistic monikers. I shall rename you Cleopatra,
after the Queen of the Nile. Go and be a force to be reckoned with!
Cat power!" He raised a small fist to salute the solidarity of their
feline union. Feeling very good about empowering the formerly named Snowball, Jc
suddenly realised his sister had been carrying on all this time. And
he had no clue as to what she was talking about. Luckily for him,
years of mindless interviews had trained him well for occasions such
as this. He gave his best J-14 coverboy smile and nodded like what
she was saying was absolutely the most captivating thing he had ever
heard. " And so Dad thought it would be funny to bring Snowball some catnip
and watch her freak out...." Stacy concluded. Perky ears now on alert, Jc was intrigued. " Catnip you say? What
does it do?" " Oh it works as some sort of a mind altering substance for cats.
They inhale it, and it makes them act all crazy" Hooboy. Now he was more than intrigued. Not that he participated in
alot of mind altering substances . He'd seen the Leif Garrett Behind
the Music special afterall. But he felt that as a standing member of
the Genus Felis Brotherhood, he owed it to them to experiment a
little and discover what this catnip business was all about. Purely
for research of course. " Uh Heath. Do you think I could get a glass of water? It's kinda hot
in here." Quickly scurrying to do his bidding, once again chattering about
these "simply precious" glasses that she found at Pier 1, Jc wasted
no time. He dove for the basket that held all of Snowball/Cleopatra's
kitty toys. " Mouse, feather, yarn, Oooo squeaky toy!..No, no, no time for that
now, must remain focused." Jc dug through till he pulled out a
slightly wet bag of some greenish looking stuff, and sniffed it. Eww.
It smelled like a weird combination of old people and Joey's socks.
Double eww. Reminding himself that he was now acting as a scientist and that this
research was to benefit Mankind....well Catkind, he quickly stuffed
the bag into his pocket. Jumping up as Heather re-entered the room, Jc gave some lame excuse
and made a quick exit running for his Viper.
Peeling out of the driveway, he reveled in his freedom, and sang
happily at the top of his lungs. He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night Shout-shout-shout Jc didn't care if Chris called him a wanna-be headbanger dork, Motley
Crue kicked some serious ass! And Man, back in the day, that Vince
Neil was a stone cold fox. Pulling up into his driveway, he hopped from his car and entered his
house. Feeling a trifle guilty for stealing poor Snowball/Cleopatra's
stash, he considered bailing on the whole idea and taking a lovely
nap. But reminding himself once again that this was for science and
therefore legitimate, he strode up to his bedroom and closed the
blinds. Flipping on some Nina Simone on the Cd player, Jc lit a few
aromatherapy candles for good measure. He did enjoy some ambiance
while taking a walk on the wild side. Shedding his human encumbrances, he happily settled his kitten ears
on top of his curly mane. He then attached his dashing whiskers with
a little help from rubber glue, and secured his luscious tail around
his waist. And lastly...the piece' de la resistance'...his cherished
collar. Admiring his fine feline form in the wall length closet mirror, Jc
was most pleased with his apperance. Yes indeed, he concluded. I AM
the Prettiest Kitty in Town and blew himself a little kiss just for
effect. * Mwah* Satisfied that all was in place, he got down to business. Sitting
down on his bed, he pulled the baggie from his jeans pocket and
inspected it. Hmmmm...what to do, what to do. He really wished
Justin's long time pal Trace was there. God knows with the copious
amounts of things Jc had seen him sniff, snort, eat and smoke, Trace
would be able to conduct a full seminar on the why's and how to's of
catnip consumption. Realising he was a Kitten alone in this brave new adventure, he
decided sniffing was the way to begin. Removing a smallish amount
from the bag, he palmed it flat in his hand and raised it to his
nose. Sending out a brief prayer to Tigger, who Jc had adopted as his
own personal Patron Saint of all things catlike, Jc took a healthy
whiff. And immediately proceeded to cough and hack and wheeze all over the
place. Oh but this was foul shit. Foul like the bathroom floor of a
Fraternity the night after a kegger. Truly foul. Taking his duties seriously however, Jc leaned in and inhaled like
his life depended on it, then leaned back and waited for the brain
whirlys to begin. Hmmm....nothing. Maybe he wasn't doing it right. To be on the safe
side, he raised the ill gotten goods once more to his face and
breathed in deeply. Oh hey now. There we go. Commander, we have liftoff! Jc's eyes began
to glaze over, as a kalidescope of vibrant colours danced before his
eyes. Giggling wildly, Jc shook his head to try and clear his vision. Only
to be captivated by how everything looked like it was moving in slow
motion. The floor was a bevy of swirling lights. The wall dripped a virtual
haze of shapes and patterns. The ceiling warped and shifted, growing
larger and then smaller, all right before his very eyes. Feeling very peaceful and at one with the world, Jc decided to
adventure out and explore the rest of his domain. Navigating the stairs took quite a bit of time. Enthralled with how
the stairs seemed to be moving all on their own, Jc stepped down, the
back up, then back down again. Finally managing to land at the bottom
in one piece. Spreading his arms wide, he announced " This is my house. I love you
house! and gave the foyer wall a nice friendly squeeze. Parading into
the kitchen, another declaration was issued. " I Love you Kitchen! "
and gave his kitcen table a fond pat. The gleam of his stainless
steel refridgerator was too must to resist. " Ooooo shiny! I Love you
Refridgerator" before encompassing it's cool surface in an embrace
that was usually reserved for lovers reunited after a long
seperation. Pulling open the reflective doors, Jc's eyes feasted on a nice tall
carton of Milk. " Oh Milk. Milk Milk. I Love You Milk." Jc grabbed
the carton, and haphazardly tore it open, before bringing it to full
lips and drinking soundly, uncaring that it oozed from the sides and
dripped down his torso, gathering in crisp curls below his waist. Appetite satiated for the moment, Jc tossed the empty carton at the
trash can and whooped as it sailed in,. " Oh hell yeah, two points.
Whose da' man? I'm da' Man! No, I'm da' KittenMan, Jc's voice trailed
higher as he did an improvised victory dance in his kitchen. All that hopping and bouncing caused Jc to become aware of his
unclothed penis dancing merrily along with him. Looking down at his milk covered cock, he took it in one hand. " Oh
my dick. I Love you Dick. " Feeling some wonderful vibrations from
when he touched it, he gave it another happy little grope." Oh yes
Dick. I love you. And I'm not just saying that Man, I mean it. I love
you. " Judging from the way it started to grow under Jc's fingers, it was
safe to say his dick loved him back. Always open with his affections,
Jc set out to prove just how much his Dick really meant to him. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Jc took a comfortable stance and
spread his legs. Coating his now hard shaft with the remaining
droplets of milk, Jc fisted it and gave a hard squeeze. " Oh yeah baby, just like that. You know what I like." Sliding his
fist up and down, slow and teasingly at first, Jc's eyes closed as he
lost himself in this glorious display of self love. His free hand gliding down to play with the heavy weight of his
balls, moving and seperating them, Jc continued his ernest wooing of
his Dick. " You feel so good, so hard and full. And did I tell you how big you
are? Yes, you are such a big boy! Jc cooed. Always a sucker for the flattery, Jc's cock swelled, and shiny pre-
cum appeared on the head. Squealing like a mother whose child just
took it's first step, Jc exclaimed " Look at you. Look what you did.
You made all that pretty cum appear. What a good boy you are!" Always eager to please, Jc's member leaked a few more pearly drops,
while growing to impressive size and colour.
Jc's hand moved faster, tightening to an almost painful grip, as he
continued talking to his penis....whispering sweet nothings, words of
endearments, even a smattering of a love poem or two. His body trembling, liquid heat in his groin, Jc's voice dropped to
a husky moan" Come on, give it to me. Show me you love me." And his dick did. Showered him with love as ropes of sticky white cum
erupted and covered Jc's hand with proof of it's affection. Always one to cherish momento's from loved ones, Jc licked his hand
clean, and sighed happily. " I Love you dick. And you Love me" Pleased with the events in his world, Jc laid down right there in the
middle of his kitchen floor and curled himself around his beloved
penis and fell asleep, dreaming of a land where oompa loompa's served
him and his wonderful penis, cups of steaming fresh chocolate. Many hours later, when Justin arrived home after a no holds barred
game of basketball with Chris, he stumbled into the kitchen only to
find a deeply asleep Jc, hand cupped protectively around his dick,
laying in a pool of spilt milk and jism. Shaking him gently, Justin asked, Pretty Kitty? What went on in here?" Only to get a softly murmured, " My dick and I are in Love" as a
reply. Eyes blinking as he struggled for comprehension, Justin decided that
somethings he really didn't want to know after all.
He's the blood stain on the stage
He's the tear in your eye
Been tempted by his lie
He's the knife in your back
He's rage
He's the razor to the knife
Oh, lonely is our lives
My heads spinnin' round and round
But in the seasons of wither
We'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and
Shout at the devil