Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2005 11:30:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cat Next Door, Part 6

Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual nature. Please
do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do
so. Remember to think smart and use protection. The following is the sixth
chapter in my "The Cat Next Door" series. If this sounds like something you
want to read, be my guest and read. If not, go back and look for another
story to read.

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	The Cat Next Door, Chapter 6

      "Have a nice day Joey." I smiled and replied, "You too Ms. Randall."
I looked over the check to make sure everything checked out. I then placed
it in my wallet and headed out. After getting my check, I go to the
bank. That's the routine I set up for myself. I try to keep some cash on
hand in case me and the guys decide to go out an eat or see a movie.

      December dawned and I knew it was only 13 days until my birthday. A
flyer was posted on a student's door for a petition to the Residence Life
staff to end the end of term tradition known as Ham Bowling. I talked to
upperclassmen and they said that they grease up a Ham and throw it down a
greased tarp so that it could hit 2 litter bottles. The ham was still in
its wrapping. Except for being bruised, it still tasted good. The girl who
lived in this room was hardcore PETA. Don't get me started on that
organization. I get hounded by them asking me to join because what better
member for PETA than someone like myself? I politely deny their request and
go on my way. Sometimes though, they get a tad bit too vocal with me
calling me a hypocrite saying I don't care for my fellow animals. Have your
opinions if you want, but leave me out of it.

      My birthday began like any birthday, except for the fact that I was
in college. On my birthday, my mom made me a special breakfast. Oh well. At
least the cafeteria makes good omelets.

      There were no classes today for me and as soon as we could, the guys
took me out to eat and to see a movie. We ate at a pizzeria called
Woolly's. My God, did they have lots of choices for pizzas. There were two
large screen televisions showing soccer and on one side there were pictures
of the former President of the United States with the owner. Other pictures
featured elephants, specifically mammoths. Why do you think it was called
Woolly's? In fact it was something of a shrine to the Republican Party
since elephants are used at the party symbol. Woolly's had a companion
eatery called Bucky's which served Italian food sans pizza. This place was
filled with Democratic memorabilia. Both were owned by the same guy and no
one knew how he voted. As for me, I tend to vote on experience. Party
affiliation doesn't mean squat if it's their first race.

      Afterwards, we went to the movies to see something called "Living
with Lupines". It was a werewolf flick about a human guy moving into a
house to share it with three other guys, but he doesn't know that they are
werewolves. It was mostly comedy, but there was definitely something going
on between two of the guys named Wyatt and Tristan. It was never clearly
stated they were gay, but there were hints that there was something more
than just being friends. It's like the makers of the film intended them to
be gay, but any conclusive scenes were edited out. What a bummer that was.

      What did my parents give me? Mom felt bad about not being able to
make me a special breakfast. Wasn't her fault. However, she made up for it
by making me a cake, a great big chocolate cake. That was her gift. Dad's
gift was certainly interesting. After tearing away at the paper with a
claw, I found a book. The title read "Homo felis domesticus: A son's
journey to maturity by Robert Pascal Birch". Between the title and author
was a picture of myself before all these changes and a picture of myself as
I appear now. What the fuck was this? I asked Dad, but not using those
exact words. He replied, "It's from 18 years of notes regarding you Joey. I
then polished it up. There is a companion paper which I submitted to a
conference. I'm due to present the paper next month. This is the published
version." I replied, "It should be very interesting to read." I flipped
through the book that chronicled my life so far.

      I remember Dad and I going over some scientific things, but I had no
idea he was conspiring to write a book. He once asked if I consider myself
a separate species. I replied, "Yes. You know that modeling job I took, I
said that I was Homo felis." Dad then said, "I was thinking of naming your
species after you, but it's your choice. All right then, here's the
classification for human and domestic cat. We will work through the
classification. Kingdom, Phylum, and Class are all the same. Let's see
where we go from there." In the end, it was decided that my Order was
Carnivora and my Family was Felidae. What then? After several hours, we
finished and my Genus was Homo and my species would be Homo felis
domesticus. Now it all made sense. Those late nights, the odd questions,
they all led up to this. Other sections detailed my physiology. My
musculature was like that of a human except for anything feline. My
biochemistry was exactly like that of a human so while cats can't absorb
nutrients from vegetable matter, I can. I'm glad because I just love caesar
salad. This is also why I can take medicine meant for people, but my body
can accept medicine for cats. Speaking of which, I'm not a picky eater
despite having the same sense organ as a cat know as the Jacobson's
organ. However, I can notice differences between foodstuffs that a human
might not.


      What else? Like I said before, my dick is like that of a human, my
sheath's just furry like an animal. My sense of vision is catlike even
though my eyes appear human despite the irises being slit like. They see
the range of colors that a human can and this is good because I'm like to
draw. My vocal chords are capable of human speech, but I am also able to
make cat sounds. That's a blast. Sometimes I'll just give up English and
talk to myself in cat sounds only. Real cats can't really tell I'm
different and if their sounds are a form of speech, I can't tell.

      Surprise wasn't limited to my Dad's book and paper about me. My
parents were going on a vacation for just the two of them and they wouldn't
be back until after the new year. I know I still had college going on, but
what after?

      "I talked it over with my parents and they'll let you stay over
during that time. I must warn you we will travel to see my grandparents in
San Antonio, but you'll just have to tag along. Also even though my parents
tolerate the idea of us being boyfriends, they don't want us to fuck each
other. Then if we are alone, we are free to do what we want. However, they
ask that we don't tell them we had sex if we did." I had asked Jorge to ask
his parents if it was alright if I stayed with him and his folks. I agreed
to his conditions and he passed the info on.

      Jorge's family was really interesting. Both of his parents were born
here in Texas and they both found each other in California in college. They
married and started to raise Jorge, then moved back here to become our
neighbors.

      Finals soon followed and we were sent home while the dorm was closed
for a month. I was home a week before my parents left, but that didn't mean
it was uneventful. Before I left for college, this guy moved into the house
across the street. His name was Patrick. He seemed okay when he first moved
in. I think he only saw me a couple of times. His reaction was
disbelief. Anyhow, okay was far from his true colors.

      It began subtly with random people over and then it progressed into
rowdy parties that continued late into the night. One day, me and mom were
asleep and we heard a blaring horn, such as that used by heavy vehicles. I
got up and joined her at the window. The horn continued to blare and a few
minutes later, Patrick came out. He was visibly peeved and had a shouting
match with the garbage collector. He swore up a storm and dragged the city
issues trash can back to the side of his house. Dozens of beer bottles
could be heard jingling. Pathetic, just pathetic.


      Finally the day arrived that my parents left to go on their
vacation. I drove them to the airport and then went home. I made sure
everything was locked up before I went to Jorge's. His parents welcomed me
into their house and I stored my things with Jorge. I looked for a place
for my scratch pad and placed it under the bed.

      That evening wasn't very eventful. We had dinner and us two
boyfriends went up to his room to hang out for the evening. Jorge booted up
his computer. He was playing one of those First Person Shooters while I
used the pad. The catnip aroma soothed me as my claws dug into the pad and
brought the smell to my nose. I did crossword puzzles with one hand while
the other was being used. I then placed the pad on the floor to use the
claws on my feet. I switched from doing puzzles to drawing. I took my
sketch pad and showed Jorge my latest work. It was the two of us sitting at
a small table sharing a chocolate milkshake. My works range from the
suitable for all ages to X rated works. I separated my works into separate
pads because I didn't want to show something suitable for all only for the
next drawing to be of me licking Jorge's prick as it erupts semen. As far
as my drawing style goes, I do realistic drawings and manga-like drawings.

      Days later, we packed up to go to San Antonio to visit his maternal
grandparents for Christmas. I could forego using my scratch pad for a few
days, so I didn't pack that. I packed a few days of clothes and that
settled that.

      It was early in the morning when we left. I didn't mind at all
because I knew how long it took to get there. We drove and we drove. We
stopped in Schulemburg to have breakfast. When me and my family eat in this
little town, we eat at Elmwood Country House, but Jorge's family likes to
eat at Teddy's which is located on the other side of I-10. We walked in and
it too radiated homestyle cooking. It also seemed to be a clone factory
because all the waitresses looked alike. I'm kidding. They weren't
identical like clones, but they all wore the same clothes and their
hairstyles were very similar to one another.

      We sat down and a waitress came to serve us. She was a nervous lady,
not knowing what to make of me. The other patrons didn't know what to think
of me either, but they went back to their eating a few seconds after seeing
me. The waitress however was composed enough to take our orders. Jorge's
parents were the same: waffles and coffee. Jorge had scrambles eggs, bacon,
and apple juice. I had overeasy eggs, sausage, and milk.


      We left Teddy's and continued our way to San Antonio. There really
wasn't much to do in the car except gaze at the scenery. Jorge was the
first to spot downtown San Antonio, that needle pointing towards the
sky. The car dove down the streets, past the market, past the Alamo. We
then reached the hotel where we would stay. We got out and got our things
while the car was parked by a valet. We walked into the lobby and as before
there were people looking at me. Am I to spend my life doomed to gawkers?

      We deposited our things and decided what to do. Tomorrow was a day
when tamales would be made at his grandparent's house. We decided to relax
at the hotel and eat at the Market for dinner. Mrs. Rodriguez phoned her
mother saying that they were in town and they were bringing me along. We
then headed out and walked along the Riverwalk. We could have walked inside
the Rivercenter Mall, but at this time it would be very crowded. We walked
along the path for an hour round-trip and then went to go eat.

      Eating at the Market is a time consuming venture. The food's great at
the restaurants there, but the wait is near eternal. After waiting an hour,
we managed to sit down. We took our time to eat considering how long we
waited. Afterward, we took the riverboat tour.

      We then went out to eat ice cream. I love coffee ice cream lots. We
washed the ice cream down with cold water and seeing how it was late, we
headed back to the hotel. We watched TV until it was time to go to bed. I
got out of my clothes. Most of the time I sleep in my underwear, but this
time I slept in an undershirt and pajama shorts. I got under the sheets of
the bed with Jorge and the light went off. We then went to sleep, sleeping
on our side. Jorge's arm was around my torso and his groin rested against
my butt.

      Morning came and we went back to the market for breakfast. While we
waited for a table, we ordered pan dulce. I love empanadas, but when it
comes to Mexican-style hot chocolate, I prefer pan de huevos. When it comes
to eating Mexican food, I like chorizo. Perhaps I should clarify. I mean
the type served with eggs that are eaten and digested, not a Latino's
dick. Then again, a guy's chorizo ain't to bad either. We then went to his
grandparent's house to help make tamales. They would be eaten the next day,
Christmas, and some time to come.

      The Cervantes family, Jorge's maternal grandparent's, lived in a
spacious house in the suburbs of San Antonio. I never met them before, but
I was looking forward to meeting them. We got out of the car and there was
a note on the door which said to go to the back because that door was open.


      I was in the back, it was the feline side of me making me nervous. I
heard lots of distinct voices, some in Spanish and others in English. Jorge
was replying in both. I came in and silence filled the room. What was this
apparition standing before them? It was just me, but who know what they
thought of me. An old woman started to argue with Jorge and his parents,
and then Jorge alone. I didn't know they were talking about me until she
uttered, "Gato hombre" I guess that meant me. She then went away muttering
something. I knew enough Spanish to get the gist, she didn't like me. It
wouldn't be the first time. Jorge leaned over and said, "Don't worry about
Abuelita. She knew that I was bringing a friend, but she's angry that I
didn't mention that this friend could be considered a monster. Plus, she
doesn't want you to help. She's afraid she'll catch something." I said, "No
worry, it's happened before. You could have told them about my appearance."
Jorge whispered, "What kind of boyfriend would I be then. You've taught me
to look beyond the fur. Saying that you were a cat person says that you
aren't an equal." I replied, "True." Let's go meet your other relatives.

      Abuelita was the only one who vocally frowned on my appearance and
even she warmed up eventually when she learned how I came to be like this
and that no one could catch what made me like this. Jorge had two gorgeous
twin cousins named Enrique and Miguel who was the same age as he was. Their
shirts were short button shirts and they were wearing jeans, the butts and
crotches were well filled. Enrique's hair was shoulder length and tied in a
ponytail. He also had a thin moustache. Miguel's hair was short and curly
and he was cleanshaven. When Jorge and I were alone he said to me, "Aren't
Enrique and Miguel sexy. I'd take out my dick and beat off thinking about
them if we were alone."

      Since I couldn't help being what I was, Jorge and I exempted
ourselves politely. I did it because I didn't want to make people
nervous. This should be a enjoyable venture. Jorge did it because he didn't
want me to be left out We decided to take a walk on the spacious lawn. The
walk would clear our heads. We began our walk when Jorge said, "Where are
those two going?" I looked and saw Miguel and Enrique going towards the
garage and toolshed. They slipped between them and disappeared.

      I crept down the narrow path quietly like the cat I was. I would have
done it naked, but I wasn't exactly in a private place. Jorge followed
mimicking my every move. Then we saw it.


      There was Miguel in front of the trash cans, but where was Enrique?
My ears could barely pick up what he was saying. He was whispering, "Chupa
mi hermano." I knew that hermano equaled brother, but what was he saying? I
told Jorge what I heard and he replied, "Really? Enrique's giving him
head. I need to see." I moved forward again and followed by Jorge. We
positioned ourselves to see this hot action. Both were fully clothed except
for Miguel who had his thick dick in Enrique's mouth. One of his hands was
rubbing his twin's ass and the other was caressing his crotch. I then heard
Jorge yelp. Ants started to crawl on his hand and I knew our cover was
blown. Miguel stuffed his copper colored wiener back in his jeans and
asked, "Who's there?" Jorge leapt up like a boner and said, "Just me and
Joey." He pulled me up and I grimaced.

      Enrique got up, his hair undone, and said, "You pervs, watching us
like this." Jorge said, "We saw you come back here and we were curious."
Miguel said, "Yea, but you know curiosity killed the..." I said, "Don't
remind me. Curiosity killed the cat. I'm feline after all. I've heard it
all. Are you going to hurt us?" I said the last sentence sarcastically. The
twins looked at each other and snickered. Enrique told me and Jorge, "We
want you two to join us. What does a gato guy's verga look like?" He was
behind me now, his hand reaching for my crotch. So that's what verga
meant. I was wondering. Jorge and Miguel watched as Enrique slowly unzipped
my pants. His hands dipped inside my boxer-like briefs and massaged my
balls. I don't wear boxers because I don't want the embarrassment of a
hardon showing. However, these were close to boxers. The fly was like a
boxer except for a button to hold it together, but was stretchy like a
brief. Jorge liked it best because it clung to me the best. Enrique
whispered, "You sure are furry. Let's see what you got." He took my dick
out and showed it to my boyfriend and Miguel. Enrique's twin whistled,
"It's a good size for you. Just right." Jorge said, "Let's get this over
with before anyone else finds us.

      Who was going to suck who? Enrique leaned against the wall and said,
"Come here Joey and kneel." I did as he asked. Jorge took his place next to
me and we both sucked the twins with our dicks out, hands wrapped around
them. I looked up and saw the pleasure I was giving I was giving
Enrique. Jorge too was giving it his all in making his cousin
happy. Enrique then clutched my head hard. His hips bucked into my mouth
filling it with his mexicano seed. I swallowed it and then got up to give
the seed's giver a kiss. I looked down at Jorge. He preferred Miguel to
shoot his jizz onto his face. My boyfriend took of his underwear to clean
his face and the four of us left and got back before anyone noticed us
gone. This was just something between us guys.

      The tamales were made and we took two dozen: one for myself and the
second for Jorge's family. We took them back to the hotel and placed them
inside a cooler. That night I went to church with Jorge's extended
family. Snowfall was falling lightly. It surprised me, but I got over it
quickly. Back home, we attended the same church, but this time I would be
attending with his family, most of whom I never met before.


       I sat next to Jorge, but in a solemn place such as this, we were
constrained. The only times we were physical was when we held hands for the
Lord's Prayer and for the Sign of Peace. It was funny you know, his other
cousins were older and had families of their own so I was looking into the
wide eyes of little kids who were watching me. I miss those days, but one
my look forward.

      After church, we went back to the Cervantes house for Christmas
presents. We stood around the tree handing out gifts. There was only one
gift for me, the one from my boyfriend. Not that I had complaints. The gift
I received from him was a laser pointer. I gave him a jump drive, one of
those portable disk drives shaped like a key. There was a surprise gift
however, Jorge's parents would be taking us to the basketball game the next
day: Christmas.

      The next morning found San Antonio blanketed with snow. We went
downstairs and had a pleasant Christmas breakfast and then headed outside
to a nearby park were kids were congregating to build snowmen and other
snowy creations. Jorge and I felt like little kids. Can you blame us? We
had never been in snow like this. We built equally sized snowmen, but a
thought entered my mind. I took two small snow balls and placed them on the
head to give the figure cat ears. Jorge's dad took pictures of us next to
our creations. Hours later, we went to the game.

      I had been to sporting events, mostly baseball, but this was the
first time that I had attended a game in another city. The Rockets weren't
even playing the Spurs, rather the Lakers. I guess if we can't cheer for
our home team, we can cheer for our state. It was a great game so far and
at halftime, I went to go to the bathroom. I was out of my element and I
got more stares and it only got worse as I headed to the men's room.

      I saw the urinals without dividers. I only needed to pee so I went to
one and fished out my dick so I could get this over with. I got that "you
got a big dick" look. I don't have a huge one. I'm average, but since my
manhood doesn't exactly look human, it got looked at by guys young and
old. I zipped myself back up and washed my padded hands. I combed my tabby
patterned hair and went back to watch the rest of the game. Soon after the
Spurs won 98-96, we headed back to the hotel.

      The next morning we headed home and I stayed with Jorge's family for
the rest of the year. We had this appetizer filled dinner for New Year's
Eve. Jorge and I climbed into his bed to sleep. Days after, my parents came
home and I thanked Jorge for letting me stay with him and his folks.

      A new year was upon us. What will happen to me this year? I couldn't
wait to find out.

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