She looked to be about five and a half feet in height and she probably weighed in at a hundred and twenty pounds. She had long tawny hair on her head ...hat hung down past her shoulders. It probably had been straight at one time but now it was matted. Her flesh was covered in fur. It was short but it was every where on her except about her nipples and I presumed her sex. I had noticed the first but not the second. Her facial features were definitely feline. She even looked to have short whiskers. Sarah ignores her and pours a glass anyway. She then looks to Faith and I, pours one for Faith then asks if I would like one.I've never had champagne before, and considering mom let me drink last night, I see no reason not to tonight. I take a sip when she hands it to me, and think it tastes like cat piss, but smile and nod graciously. Dinner was fantastic, which it always is whenever Mom cooks. Afterwards we all retired to the family room. I noticed that Sarah grabbed the champagne, and she. In fact, he wanted to get her something nice. It'd been a while since he'd been able to sit down and take things easy. On the eve of the festival, he was due for some relaxation. He wasn't a fisherman or an aquatic breeder in this district, but his own job was hectic enough in its own way.Land was sparse on this little world, existing only in small patches. Naturally, every available piece of land was packed to the tipping point with beings. Cities rose higher and higher, level by level, while. If they ask, they probably already know the answer. If they don’t ask, they don’t want to know. But either way, I doubt they’d give us any grief for it. Remember, Mom’s a preacher’s kid, meaning she and her siblings were always watched and closely scrutinized throughout their childhood, even if they weren’t doing anything wrong, just because their dad was the preacher. Mom has always said that, as long as I’m an adult and not doing anything self-destructive, I won’t ever have to worry about.