She preened in the mirror, turning this way and that to admire the collar and make the bell tinkle, before returning to her cushion all flushed and gi...ddy. “Now I am a proper Kitty, and have my Owner's collar!” He lifted up the last parcel and waved it at her. “And this will complete my Kitty’s new look!” She held out her new paws and took it from him with a giggle, nails scrabbling at the paper until something long and furry fell onto her knees. She picked up the sleek black tail, her mouth. Then she said. "I'm sorry, I did not catch your names," as she looked at the two men."That's because we did not give them to you, young lady," he said."This is Roger Dalton, my attorney and I am Craig C. Morton. All my old friends who have since died they used to joke that the C. was for crash. They called me Crash most of the time." he said."What can I do for you Crash?" I asked. I knew that name sounded familiar but I could not place why or where."I have been watching you go round with the. My sneaky cousin had crept up behind me, before I could turn shegot me again. "Give up?" I was asked."Give up? Are you kidding?" I laughed an evil laugh and held the door forher, "After you M'Lady."She gave me a look and went through the door, her hands were covering hertight cheeks as she past me.She made a show of bending over to get some logs, at least she was a goodsport I though as I swatted her left cheek. "That all ya got?" she askedgrabbing a log and wiggling her bum at me. I nailed her. He let the door close behind us and order me to take his shoes off. I did so we enough reverence and difference that it made him stare at me. I would take one shoe off and bring it up to my nose and mouth to smell and lick at the same time. my brain was on fire. He just observed as though trying to figure out if I was for real or crazy. I was both. I stuffed each sock in my mouth as though they were g****s and sucked the juices out of them. He allowed me to take his pants off, but not his.