Kinky Kitty

Our Moonbeam Kitty (who you will remember came to us last summer while we were out for a late night walk) has grown to be quite a character.  She is amazingly social and friendly.  She loves everybody; especially, she loves her Daddy.  Moobie and Tom have become best friends, and He regularly remarks about how amazed He is to be so in love with a CAT.  It does seem that this particular cat is well matched to us -- or us to her, depending on how you want to look at it.
Not too long ago, around the holidays I think, Tom and T were out shopping at a local western wear shop, and they picked up a new riding crop.  After all, you can never have too many riding crops, and well.... the price was really good.  Or something like that.  I don't know -- I wasn't there.  I came home, and the new crop was here, and that was that.  We put it in the pile of toys on the headboard, and didn't think much about it.
Somewhere in the intervening weeks, we've discovered an interesting and amusing truth about the riding crop.   Moobie loves it.  I mean she really, really loves it.  She thinks it is a cat toy, and sometimes she plays with it like a cat toy.  She leaps and jumps and chases after it, and it is pretty funny.  But then, she also love the riding crop AS a riding crop.  If we use the crop to smack her with it, she will get all glassy-eyed, stick her tail up into the air, and fairly vibrate.  She'll stand there and let us whack her with the riding crop, over and over and over.  Yeah.  We have a spanko cat.  So, along with sending us a really sweet, really friendly, wonderful kitten, the summer moonbeam brought us a kinky kitty.  How perfect is that?

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