“He growled softly at her."Then open your legs for me,Julia.This cat must have his cream.”

“The cat who wants his bowl of cream must know when to purr and when to show his claws" - Ser Kyle, the Cat of Misty Moor”

“A soft growl came from his throat."You´re so beautiful,Doc.Every inch of you is soaking wet.Your pussy´s like a ripe peach,juice running down your leg.”

“A deep rumble echoed in his chest.I pulled back, laughing. "Are you growling at me?"He laughed softly, twisted my hair ribbon around his fingers, and pulled gently, loosening my braid. Biting my ear lightly, he whispered a threat, "You have been driving me crazy for three weeks. Your lucky all I'm doing is growling.”

“The Lady Amalthea beckoned, and the cat wriggled all over, like a dog, but he would not come near... She was offering her open palm to the crook-eared cat, but he stayed where he was, shivering with the desire to go to her"...[later, Molly asked the cat] "Why were you afraid to let her touch you? I saw you. You were afraid of her.""If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will... The price is more than a cat can pay.”

“This time he jerked the appendage from her soft lap and tucked it under his leg, Indian fashion.”