First Kiss

© ya_mayka / Shutterstock.com

It began with a kiss.

OK, so it was a dry and somewhat whiskery kiss, but a kiss nonetheless. And his breath really could have done with some type of freshener.  It was just a bit on the whiffy side.

But those were trivial complaints. She didn't really care. She, Edith Small, was in L.O.V.E. Never before had she been so entranced by any male.

Not that she had never felt love. There had been many males in her life whom she had loved, but it had always been of a gentle, companionable kind. This one had her heart tub-thumping topsy-turvy. Just one look from those melting eyes and her soul was sucked out of her body, whipped through a blender whilst angels sang on high, then blown gently back into her, tickly sweet and over the moon.

Shame he was a cat though. What she'd really wanted was a human boyfriend who made her feel this way. She had asked the Universe to bring her a loving masculine presence. She realised now that this was not what she should have requested, as the Universe clearly had a wry sense of humour. She wrote in her journal:

“In future, be more specific when making requests to the Universe.”

Mr Tibbles jumped onto her lap, purred, dribbled and smooched.

Edith sighed happily. Whatever.