"Kitty, when'd you first know? About your being..."
"Hm. We should have a name for ourselves. I was two and a half."
"Five."
"OK. You know, you really are beautiful, Mia." That makes her sit up.
"No, don't. I'll grab your plate." When that's done, she sighs and attacks her food.
I go to work on her back muscles. She's taken a lot of beatings in her life; I don't like to think what shape her privates are in.
"Ahh. I wonder, are there any fox people? Badgers, or bats even?"
"Dunno. I knew an otter boy once." I keep up the massage, still talking.
"You've got some extra muscles around your butt to control the tail."
She giggles.
"Yeah, laugh. But you've gotta work them if you want to you your tail again."
I've gone so far; now for the dreaded private parts. "Turn over, Filly."
Mia knows what I'm doing. She turns on her left side.
"Lordy. You've got some scars here, 'round your-- where ya pee."
I start to work on it, shutting my eyes.
"Oh, that's so nice. I hate to bother you..."
"No. We're all of us cats, so don't ever say that. Tom's a jerk for wanting to pet you; I should've stopped him."
I rub her down, talking all the while. What we talk about isn't
writing material, even in her journal.
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