From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Apr 11 10:18:56 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8294 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!dziuxsolim.rutgers.edu!er7.rutgers.edu!not-for-mail From: jimmoore@eden.rutgers.edu (James Moore) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: The Cats' Meow Date: 10 Apr 1995 14:20:17 -0400 Organization: Rutgers University Lines: 72 Distribution: world Message-ID: <3mbst1$nvg@er7.rutgers.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: er7.rutgers.edu (pardon me right now if I lay it on a bit thick, for this one.) The tavern, the center of all activity in the town, anything and everything happened there. And this day the tavern was to have three new additions to its crowd. It was a hot and sunny day. Therefore the tavern was the only logical place to go. Three figures walked in the door, three female figures. But there was something odd in their appearances. They were all humanoid, but they were some sort of cat. They were exceptionally attractive, for cats, and were easily passible for human if not for the ears and tails, and they seemed to have more skin then fur. The first was a blonde, medium-build with a pretty face and nice complexion. She wore a white outfit that covered most of her shaply form. She smiled at the bartender as she passed by. Behind her was the second cat, a brunette. She had the look of a tender house cat. She was just as attractive as her two counterparts, but seemed to have an almost innocent look to her face. She dressed herself like a lady and carried herself well. The third cat was truly a wonder to behold. Unlike the others she was a bit scantily clad, she was apparently dressed more appropriately for the weather. She had quite a different appearance from the others since she did not seem to be a house cat. Rather she was a white tiger. Her attire, or lack of it enabled everyone there to view her sides. They were lined with the stripes of a tiger. They shown black against her snowy-white skin. Her hair was long and flowing and was just as white as her skin. Quietly they all walked to a table and sat down. They ordered drinks for themselves and patiently waited for them to be brought. They drank slowly, seemingly savoring every drop of the liquid they were ingesting. They all acted like cats; their style of movement, their facial expressions, everything showed that they were just as feline as any common cat that walked on four legs. They seemed to enrapture many of the males their with their beauty. Some men even gathered up the nerve to ask them for a dance. They accept the invitations of the men and stand up to dance. They dance as well as they walk. Their movements are graceful and deliberate. They have an almost sensual quality to them. So far their manner is gentle and peaceful, just like other cats. When the dance is done they sit back down and order more drinks. They all take a quick look around the bar, surveying all of its occupants. Are they looking for someone? Just then the first girl, the one in white stands up and begins to dance by herself. Her steps are slow and practiced. She ignores other men's attempts to join her; she continues her slow dance, her body captivated by the music playing on the instruments of the bards, she seems hypnotized. Her motions become semi-erotic, still she seems to be enraptured. When the song ends she stops and comes out of her haze. She sits down, her cheeks are a little flushed and she is purring softly, like a newborn kitten. "That was very entertaining, Shara," the Tiger says. " I see you've been practicing. You've improved." The tiger's tone was semi-sarcastic, but was still laced with sincerity. She held up her glass and tosted her friend's bravery and lack of modesty. "Thank you for your words, Maritza. I'm flattered," Shara's tone mimicked her friend's. Then she turned to the brunette cat. "Well, Telendram, do you have anything you want to add?" The littlest cat shook her head. She moved aside her hair and ran her fingers through it letting its fullness be shown. "No, you two are doing just fine on your own, you don't need me to add fuel to the fire." Telendram had the tone of one wise beyond her years and she seemed to have a more serious look to her face than her two travelling companions. Does anyone wish to start a thread here? It can be either on the net or through email. I can be reached at: jimmoore@eden.rutgers.edu I hope you all enjoy this one. --James Moore, the Storyteller.