cats birds fast balls

[erastes]

So I'm sitting getting ready to go out this morning and there are one two three cats in general stages of loll-edness around the room and the cat flap goes.  No-one bats an eyelid except me, who looks alarmed and the same big glossy tom that wandered downstairs a week or so ago sauntered in and prrrrrppped hello at his good mates.

They all got up (and if it had been Spooky she would have KILLED him.) and rubbed heads!!!  Finally he spotted me and legged it. He's very nice, but 1. He's NOT a stray, he's in beautiful condition and 2. I don't want four cats.  I didn't hiss at him or anything but I didn't encourage him to stay. Nothing worse than stealing other people's cats, and I'd hate it if someone was encouraging my babies into their houses.

I  have a bird table right outside my window and it's so funny - there are three baby sparrows on it - and they are KNEE DEEP in seeds, as I put a lot out there this morning - and they are just sitting there letting their mother feed them. They are obviously incapable of bending down an inch! When their mother flies off to do something else, they just stay there and wait for her to come back. Pathetic.

I've just realised "Fast Balls" by Alyson Books was released on 2nd June: Here's a Snippet: If you belonged to my newsletter (pimp pimp) you'd have just got a hotter one than this.  Disclaimer. No balls were drowned in the writing of this fic. All baseball gloves are over 16.

He looked even more delicious when wet, his black hair plastered to his scalp, forming tendrils around his neck.  “They’ve all gone.  I had a feeling you weren’t asleep.” He shifted, and slid along the bench, causing a wave to surge towards me.  “As to your earlier question,” he said, as he settled himself next to me.  “I think you know exactly why I didn’t marry.” His hand was on my thigh then, kneading and traveling north, answering every question I might have wanted to ask him. “But as you obviously know, it’s all right being gay in private, but it’s professional suicide in public.”

I nodded, but that’s all I wanted to do. I didn’t want to talk.  Not now.  I reached out and pulled him to me, my heart thudding. It’s Mike Starling and he’s fucking gay... I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this, but there was no way I was going to waste it on small talk.

A hot tub kiss is something everyone should do, the water adds a dimension of sensuality, makes everything somehow sexier, perhaps it’s the effect of having every part of your skin touched at once.  The water lapped around us as our mouths met and Mike’s arms slid around me. 

Comments

[zoepaleologa.livejournal.com]

Nice sexy little flash! (made me go and put on the hot water for later bath, sadly not as much fun as your narrator is going to have).

I love the way cats just saunter into places as if they owned them. And I love the way, despite their hostility, they make friends, too.

[rosie-red73.livejournal.com]

Oooh lovely snippet. Hot tub snoggage is always good. Makes me want to play the Sims.

That's so cute about the cats having their mates round to play! My cats go NUTS when other cats come in. And I wish I could watch baby starlings frolicking on my bird table, but the closest I get is the mangled up dead ones my black panther cat brings home *sigh* Our garden is a no fly zone.

[aunty_marion]

We christened my best friends' bird table the fast food joint, after we saw Melli sitting ON THE TABLE waiting for the 'fast food' to drop in.

They've actually acquired all their cats, except for Melli (now dead, alas) by the same method - the cat walks in and decides to take them on. Tiggery was a little cautious at first, but eventually stayed till he died; Jellicle used to live under cars and was permanently grey on his back, then he got either kicked or hit by a car, they took him to the vet to have his diaphragm repaired, and he's stayed on. And Diddy and Ickle - well, Ickle (who was a very tiny black/white fluffy kitten at the time) came round and they thought she was lost; then they discovered she actually belonged to someone on the other side of the road, and she went back ... and came back a few days later bringing her brother (Diddy aka Sir Didymus) with her. She now comes in a fair amount, but Diddy is convinced he really lives there. Wo (Woden - he only has one eye), who is Senior Cat, was also adopted from being a stray, I believe. We keep telling him he needs to go out and find his own disciple to take over from him.

[asphodeline.livejournal.com]

Haha, TWO snippets now!! It's brilliantly steamy and sexy and "morish". I should put out stuff for the birds, I've not done that in a while. Might seem a bit like bait for my kitties though :)

[enolabloodygay.livejournal.com]

For the last few days I've had a baby blackbird hopping round my lawn (lawn? Sorry, I meant bombsite)and I have finally found an advantage to currently (and reluctantly) being a cat-free zone, as I know Waddle would have snapped it up. Sasqui might even have tried to exercise her one tooth on such a convenient nibble, but it has managed to survive, despite being unable to fly, and I have had the pleasure of watching it - I suppose that's what you call the silver lining to the cloud.

And as for that snippet - WOOF!