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Two kids were laughing. It was the perfect morning and the thought of vivacious life peddling outside made the morning seem innocuous. I stretched my arms out, brushing my fur against the cat lying next to me. She was beautiful the way she curled up against me. For a dominant kitten, she sure didn’t show it here. I pet her head when she began to stir. “Good morning sweetie” I replied as she yawned in serenity from the virtuous night’s sleep. She let out a small purr as I rolled over and pulled her into a hug. Her breath on my shoulder was nothing short of ecstasy. When she began to lick my own fur, I knew she was fully awake. “What would you like for breakfast, my darling?” I asked her in a low tone. She looked at me for what seemed like years. It was a miraculous feeling. “Toast and eggs” she replied finally. I gave her one more tight squeeze before kissing her forehead and getting out of bed. I threw on my grey pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt lying on the chair nearby. I swiftly moved out of the room but not before catching a glance of my kitten sitting up and blowing me a kiss. I simulated catching it with my paw and brought it to my chest before closing the bedroom door.

In the kitchen, there was an assortment of pots and pans, different style spatulas, ladles, and many other cooking utensils too many to describe (and most of them used by master chefs only). I opened up the fridge to check and see what we had. “Hmmm” I moaned aloud as I started to pull out the eggs and butter. Something caught my eye. I whispered to myself, “Fresh strawberries.” I pulled them out too. I moved over to the bread drawer and pulled out a loaf of bread wrapped in a brown plastic bag, generic for this plain brand of wheat loaf. I buttered up a pan and turn the heat on to medium low. After popping the toast into the convection oven, I put a tiny amount of butter into a pot and began to heat it up at medium heat. I quickly diced my strawberries, rinsed them and then added them to the pot, combining them with a cup of sugar I had sitting on the counter. After mixing the strawberries and sugar for a minute, I grabbed a paper towel and laid it flat next to the stove. I cracked two eggs on the paper towel and put them into the pan on the medium-low heat. I ran to the fridge and looked for one last item—lemon juice. I sprinkled just a tad amount of the acidic fruit into my strawberry mixture and mixed it scrupulously, feeling the strawberries and the juices thicken up. I turned the stove off and moved the pot back one burner to cool, mixing it a few times to ensure the bottom would not burn. I then flipped both eggs as the convection oven dinged. The toast was ready and beautifully browned as I had expected it to. I pulled out two plates and situated the toast on the plates in a diamond shape, showing the middle of the plate. I then poured some of my strawberry mixture, my version of strawberry compote, in between the two pieces of toast covering the plate. When the eggs reached a medium viscous yolk consistency I moved the two eggs onto two of the four pieces of toast, non-consecutive. I opened the middle drawer and fiddled a bit with some utensils before closing it and opening the drawer to the left of it. I pulled out a fork and closed the drawer. I turned off all the burners and grabbed a few napkins and headed back to the bedroom.

When I opened the door, my kitten was nowhere to be seen but I heard noised coming from the bathroom. “You in there sweety?” I called out in a low but loud tone. I heard purring and after about 15 seconds of silence, the door opened and I saw her, my beautiful girlfriend. She was a Siamese cat. Her cute button nose wrinkled only slightly at the smell of my breakfast. Her silver eyes dashed towards mine, the rainbow colored tuft of hair on her forehead bouncing friskily as she smiled at me, showing the sharpness of her fangs that I had many times venerated over. “Smells great!” she said nippily in a high octave tone as she sprung over towards where I was standing and wrapped her silky purple paws around me, pulling me into a big hug, nearly knocking me off balance. “Woah! Watch it!” I exclaimed, nearly dropping the breakfast on the floor. “I’m sorry” she said in her kitty apologetic tone. She always knew how to play the emotion card. I kissed her cheek and sat on the side of the bed. She sat next to me. “I have a surprise for you…” I said as she cut me off. “STRAWBERRIES” she mewed exclamatorily as she stole the fork from me and began to scoop up the compote onto a piece of toast. I watched her with envy as she gobbled down the first piece of toast. I loved her so much and watching her fangs tear through that toast stirred a feeling inside of me. It kind of turned me on in a sense. I shrug it off and picked up a piece of toast with egg on it. I plopped it into my long orangish-brown, almost rusty muzzle. The egg oozed throughout my mouth as I lapped at the yolk spreading apart inside my maw. I looked over at my kitten who was lying down on the bed again. “Raven?” I called while I nudged her with my paw. She was asleep again. I decided to let her sleep and put the plate down on the night stand, stood up, and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom there was not much. It was a small bathroom for such a luxury themed apartment. We didn’t have much money but we didn’t need it. I looked around for my towel and placed it on the toilet seat. I stripped down and turned the water on in the shower. “BRR!” I exclaimed, expeditiously pulling my paw out. I walked over to the sink and filled a cup with water. I brought the semi cool liquid to my lips and gulped it, placing it down in front of me and stared at my reflection in the mirror. The rusty orange-brown fur covered my muzzle and ran down my neck and arms. My paws were a chocolate brown color. My ears twitched at the sight of how good my fur looked, despite just waking up. I smiled, catching a glimpse of my green eyes sparkling in the reflection. I yawned and noticed the shower was hot. I jumped in and rubbed shampoo into my fur. Unfortunate for a fox-coyote that I needed to clean my fur and worse yet drying it off would be just as pedestrian of as task. I rinsed my fur thoroughly and squeezed as much water out of my fur as I could after I shut the shower off. I picked up the protective cap and dumped out all the shed fur that came off of me in the trash. You’ve got to be careful as a fox-coyote. Foxes shed like crazy and their hair can clog drains for months. After drying off my paws and ears, I took out the blow dryer and began quick work on my tail. My fluffy tail started to poof outwards, the dark, chocolate brown tip settling first while the orange-brown rust color settled after. After such a mundane task, I was able to comb my fur. This part I particularly enjoy. It is nice to groom yourself once in a short while and this was no exception. My fur settled down to its groomed state pretty quickly, due to years of grooming, and I styled my brown hair in the mirror, showing off the yellow highlights on their tips. I was looking good, if I may gush.

I swung the door open and noticed Raven wasn’t in bed anymore….nor in the room. My ears swiveled towards the bedroom door. I heard the water in the kitchen running. I looked at the nightstand and noticed the plate was gone. She must have cleaned up and is doing dishes. I threw on a fresh pair of boxers, some shorts, and a clean plain white t-shirt before walking thoughtfully out of the bedroom and into the living room. As I rounded he corner my ears flicked to attention. The plate was clinking as Raven put it away. “Good morning Raven” I said in an even tone as she closed the cabinet door and looked towards me. “Hi sweety!” she exclaimed as she nearly jumped into my arms, kissing me softly. She was always semi affectionate whenever I was around her. You think I would be used to this by now, but it still catches me off guard from time to time. I kissed her back and held her tightly in my paws. My tail began to wag happily as we embraced each other for a few minutes. “I need to go shopping today” Raven finally said, breaking the kiss. I looked at her and pat her shoulder. “Since when do you shop? You never cook.” “Oh, but you do” she exclaimed, “I just wanted to surprise you with a few things.” I looked back at her and just laughed it off. “Alright I’ll let you surprise me but no fish.” She looked back at me and just laughed as she went into the bedroom. Curious creatures, cats are. – I was watching television when she came in. She had a paw-full of groceries. “Need help?” I asked as she shut the door with her foot paw. “Nope, got it all” she said. I watched her gracefully move towards the kitchen and start to put stuff away. “I thought we might go try something new tonight, you know. Get out of the house.” “Of course” she replied in her upbeat tone as she continued to briskly put away the groceries. I grabbed my keys and opened the door, waiting for Raven who was just a short distance behind me. I shut the door and headed for my car.
While in the car, Raven received a phone call from her mom. Her mom was divorced and was over protective of her. They had gotten in a bad fight after Raven had moved in with me. She doesn’t hate me, but she doesn’t approve of us living together. “Hi mom….” I heard her say before chatter loud enough to be heard by ears like mine cut her off. I turned my ears away and tried not to listen to her conversation, although my curiosity was piqued. I saw her ears flatten a bit as her purr diminished until it was completely gone, her smile completely eradicated from her muzzle. She closed her phone and looked down into her lap. “You alright Raven?” “It’s fine…” she trailed off in an unusual, low tone. “Mother says hi” she choked out, in near tears I could tell from the melancholy in her voice. “She doesn’t approve still? It’s been 2 years this has to stop…” she waved her paw at me and looked out the window. “You know I’m right.” “She threw out my posters.” I could see tears in the reflection on the window. I rarely see her this sad. I placed my paw on her shoulder and tried to reassure her by massaging it but she just shrugged it off and continued to tear up. We got to the restaurant and I gave raven a gigantic hug and refused to let her go for what seemed like hours, later to find out was 15 minutes. I then kissed her softly and grabbed her paw. “Let’s go, dinner is on me” I said as she wiped away the rest of her tears and we walked into the fancy Italian place, the shoulder part of my t-shirt now soaked.