Author's Note:
This is a work of pure fantasy.
The story contains sexual activities and situations between a man and a humanoid cat-girl that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. All characters having sexual relations are above the age of 18. Or whatever the legal age is on whatever planet they came from. All the character names, places are made up and not real.
Yes, the Ancient Alien people were right. This is a love story and more of a human male and humanoid cat-girl from another planet. I had planned on this being a fairly short story, however as the characters and situations grew and progressed it's turned in "War and Peace." This one is fairly long, and I use term "fairly long" quite loosely.
Also, for convenience and to keep the story moving, everything has been converted to English such as language, measurements and names, etc. etc.
As are most of the stories I've written and will write, if you're looking for story that goes, "They met, they had wild sex, the end" I would advise reading something else. I stopped this part of the story at a place that seemed right when I was splitting it up. As soon as I get the next part cleaned up, I'll post that and so on and so forth.
I still consider myself an amateur writer, so please take that into consideration when you read it. I write for my enjoyment and for the people that like it. And remember, this is pure fiction and fantasy.
If you don't like how and what I write, oh well. Don't read it. My feelings won't be hurt.
For those of you that do like what I've posted so far, thank you and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
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My name is Erik Woodes, I'm 28 years old, just over 6' tall, with light brown hair and eyes, and I weight just about 170 lbs. I'm ex-military, I spent 8 years in the Navy as a SEABEE. For those of you who don't know what that is, it stands for Naval Construction Battalions. We basically do anything like a civilian construction company would or could do. We build roads, housing airfields, etc. We also are deployed during disasters to help rebuild, so I've been to lots of different countries and worked with a lot of different cultures. I was a mechanic and worked on all the construction equipment, (bull-dozers, backhoes, cranes, etc. etc.) maintaining and repairing them. When I got out, I went to work for a civilian construction company doing basically the same thing.
It was early winter and it was a typical early winter night, damp, rainy and cold. I was on my way home and as I pulled into my driveway, my lights showed me a cat sitting in front of my garage door. I stopped the car and got out, then walked up to the door stopping a few feet from the cat. I say cat, but it looked more like a drowned rat right then, it was soaked through and shivering from the cold. I've been cold and wet like that, if it was bad for me, I could just imagine how it was for it.
The cat looked up at me and meowed piteously, so I went and got a blanket I normally kept in my car, then slowly walked back up to it. As I held the blanket open, I stooped down and said, "Come here cat, let's get you dry and warmed up."
It meowed again and slowly crept up to me eyeing me with a little hesitation. I told it, it was okay I was just trying to help (I know, I know, it's a cat, it isn't going to understand, but it's what you do).
It eyed me again, then I guess it figured I had to be better than what it was going through and it jumped up into my lap. I wrapped the blanket around it holding it close to my chest to try to get some warmth into it. At first, it was kinda stiff, then relaxed as it realized I wasn't going to hurt it and then it settled into my arms.
I brought it into the house and proceeded to dry it off and get it warm. As I dried it off I noticed it was female cat, she didn't seem to be hurt or anything, so I got another dry blanket and wrapped her in it and sat her on the couch. I told her to stay there and I looked to see if I had anything for her to eat or drink. I found a can of tuna in the cupboard, so I got that and some milk out of the fridge and filled a couple of bowls. I walked back into the living room and put them on the floor near the couch. "Here's something to eat and drink."
She looked up at me, meowed, then down at the bowls. She got down to the floor and slowly walked over to the bowls and sniffed them. She looked back at me, meowed again and started to eat and drink. I walked back into the kitchen, got myself a beer and came back in and sat down in the recliner. She went through both bowls rather quickly, licked her chops and looked back at me. She cocked her head to the side and looked at me as if to say, "Anymore?"
I sat there watching her, then said to her, "Sorry cat, that's all I got right now. If you're planning on staying, I'll have to get something more suitable for you."
She sat there, then she cocked her head again looking at me, then meowed. She walked over and jumped up into my lap, then reached up a paw and sort of patted me on the cheek. Then laid on my chest with her head under my jaw purring like crazy.
"Well, I guess that's a yes," I said to her, "I don't see anything that says your someone's cat. So I guess you'll stay for a while and if I find anyone that's lost a cat, we can go from there."
She looked up at me and meowed like she was trying to say, "That's fine by me."
I stroked her from her head to her tail and said to her, "Since you're staying, I'll go out as soon as I finish this and get some stuff you'll need. You'll be safe here until I get back." She looked at me, then jumped up on the couch and snuggled back down into the blanket.
I got my coat and headed out to store to buy everything I thought she'd need and since I was there, some stuff I needed as well, then headed back home.
Once back, I set up her litter box and refilled the bowls with some food and water then went back to the living room. She was still wrapped up in the blanket, purring her heart out. As I walked in she looked up at me then jumped down and came over to me. She stood up with her forepaws on my leg and meowed. I looked down at her and asked, "What do you want?"
She looked up at me again and gave me a typical cat, "Pick me up fool" look. So, I picked her up and she melted into my chest rubbing her head on me. As I stroked her, she started purring like crazy again.
I looked down at her, "Well, since I can't keep calling you just cat, I guess I should name you." She looked up at me waiting and I said a couple of different names but they just didn't sound right to me or her apparently as she'd give me a look like I total idiot when I said them. Finally in frustration, I looked at her at asked jokingly, "Well how about Fluffy?" She reared back from where she was laying on me and meowed like she was in pain. I swear she looked at me like was a complete asshole for even thinking about it, let alone saying it.
I laughed at her and said, "How about Cleo then? That's short for Cleopatra, the Egyptians worshiped cats and she was a Queen."
"You sure seem to have that kind of attitude." I laughed adding.
She cocked her head first one then the other, as if thinking about it, then reached up and patted me on the cheek again.
"Ok, Cleo it is then." I said.
About 7 months later.
It was June and Cleo and I were still together. I never saw any ads, flyers or anything else that said someone was looking for her, so me and her became permanent roommates. I never really thought of her as a pet, though I think she thought I was hers. She had to be the most strangest cat I ever saw, sometimes she seemed more human then cat. But we got along, that is as long as I dropped everything when she wanted something. The Gods forbid that I didn't pick her up and pet her when I come in after work. And if I did something she didn't like, she looked at me like I was idiot, meow and go over to lay on the couch. You know, sort of like a wife or girlfriend.
