Monday, May 28, 2007
Feline sensuality on a mossy rock
And this is how she appeared, panting softly in the wake of her sensual interlude . . . It was all over at 19:12:50 hr . . . on 24 May 2007 -- three days ago (last Friday).
It started about 15 minutes earlier as she padded up the creek bed -- a few molecules of the magical substance impinged her olfactory epithelium. She followed her nose, moving up the gradient of scent. She found it on the mossy rock -- a redolent smudge of beaver castoreum. She engaged it with a passionate grip. It was wonderful. She sniffed, licked, and drooled uncontrollably.
But that wasn't enough. The substance summoned a languorous need for a whole-body experience.
Another taste activated Jacobsen's organ in the roof of her mouth. She grimaced uncontrollably.
Finally, the buzz started to dissipate, and she felt a strong urge to pee.
The party was over. It was time to look for rabbits and deer again.