K.C. Kendricks

“If I had only known kittens can climb drapes, perch on top of a traverse rod, and then screech like some femme fatale in a low budget horror flick to be rescued. That a kitten sounds like a herd of buffalo running on hardwood floors in the middle of the night. If I had only known a kitten’s claws can sink through a sheet into your balls while you’re jerking off. An old adage says, “Live and learn,” and I amassed an encyclopedic amount out cat wisdom in less than twenty-four hours.”

“What are you doing eightstates away from home, Mr. Noel Springs? What’s your story?”“Short version?”I couldn’t resist flirting, just a little. “Long. Short. Whatever yagot.”