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Sunday, January 16, 2011
Love to Snooze
Snoozy the grey striped Burmese kitten crawled beneath my skirt and purred loudly like a machine as she claimed the sacred centre of my lap. She dug her claws and kneaded my bare thighs, careful not to leave a mark on the virgin patch. She deliciously licks her paws. I can feel her sweet motions as even when all I can see a a ball of life inside my skirt. Snoozy is about to snooze now, warm and cosy as only a kitten can be. Her soft purrs as she dozes off send me to dreamland. Snoozy and me we love to snooze.
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