i had a cat once, for about a week. he showed up at my door. he charmed is way in. the cutest thing you ever did see, he had those extra toes they sometimes have.
well soon we noticed he was having "relations" with the pillows and blankets and stuff. he'd do it real suave, starting slow, working it from all angles and making that pillow feel real special. my friend angela would sing that song "strokin to the east, strokin to the west" then he'd pump really fast and then bail like nothing happened. once there was even a brownish loogie left behind, good thing my roomate never found out it was on her bed.
the weird thing was the vet told us he'd been "fixed". how come he still had to stroke it so much? and why did he leave me suddenly on day like so many tomcats before with fish on his breath and adventure on his mind?