"More Than A Cat's Purr Could Imagine"

The scratches started at her ankle. It had been a long day and a fair night of endeavours into cuddlesome lovemaking, more heartfelt I Love You's than grand finales to an overture by Tschaikovski. Yet we both fell long and lovingly into the first crisp, cool night of sleep this Autumn. My leg cramps in cold weather are most bothersome and everything with my legs during this arterial illness made them more so from the strain of not enough blood-oxygen to my hips, pelvis, legs, ankles and feet. We both usually slept lightly and I woke almost drunken from the night's deprivation of painkiller forgotten during our earlier repastes of each other's kisses into slumberous embrace. She woke long enough to sigh her bothersome lament at my ongoing dry toe inflictions upon her pearline and beautiful legs and simply said, 'you know what to do, I'm going back to sleep. I pondered a bit and decided this woman of few words meant for the ablutions to begin now rather than later when even in sleep she surely knew we were going swimming the last of the fall good days -brrrr, to her not me - and her legs would be then on display for all. I leave this sojourn at this point, to perhaps let you imagine how you might like the rest of our morning to have gone. A woman's legs are never fully appreciated until they have been carefully and with exquisite detail been massaged and caressed from toe-tips to the beginnings of belly and spine. She has her various ointments and such and these should be learned before one forgiven for not remembering the name of the cat who recently died while you were just dating and before the current nemesis of you attentions became a part of your beloved's life. The cat also should never be allowed in the bedroom while either lovemaking or body-care with creams are in progress. I was fortunate in this regard as she was basically allergic, though mildly, to cats and much annoyed by any interruption with claws as she was with toenails and with fur as she used these lotions and creams extensively on her allergy, sunburn, and of course, scratch sensitive skin. (We spent many loving days repairing the damage done by the holday pine tree which she insisted had to be put up no matter the scratches or pine resin allergy.) So, again, the scratches began at her ankles and instep and because of certain prior contortion even occurred high up on her well-curved haunches and derriere. The fulfillment of my first real test as the sensitive man she would keep around is evidenced by the Xmas tree story aforementioned and the fact that said tree did not come down until late the following spring. I worked a bit harder at my self-employment as a taxi-driver to gather and present the finest ointments to alleviate any and all affronts and injuries to these magnifecent legs and was often invited to soothe and provide only such succor after the relationship ended the following Independence Day Summer.