When I consider how difficult it is for humans from the same nation to get along, this inter-species communications is a miracle of love.“Good morni...g, Fatima,” I said as I sat up. “One moment while I tend to these cats.”Spots, the jaguar, was first—she insisted. Spots seized my right hand between her turtle-crunching teeth. I rubbed a few sweet spots and focused—big cats generally don’t allow access to their ears and are discriminating about their vulnerable throats, but in seconds Spots was a. "I squeezed back."I like you too, Gabriella Aarons. You are very direct."I felt an urge to scoop her up in my arms but just held her hand as she jumped to the floor. I proceeded her to the living room, wondering what other surprises she would spring."Take the couch while I put on some music. The Irish Tenors okay?" She moved to the far end and sat carefully, balancing her wine goblet in one hand."God, yes. I love that big eared guy. I'd love to grab those ears and hold on tight while he 'sings'. ?" Jack I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Don't Doris. Just stop right there. Don't give me that crap about how sorry you are. I would have thought that in almost fifty years of marriage you would have figured out that you never, NEVER, interfere with my discipline." Honey... it's just that she was dressed so nice and..." She, she, she. Christ Doris I should have taken her over my knee right then and whipped her butt, dressed like some kind of a whore and as for you... well you know what to do,. "this is strange!" thought Jessica as she sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen that by now would have been humming with the sounds of a turkey-girl begging for her life while her mother tied, stuffed and prepared her for the oven, Jessica had always enjoyed that part of the preparation since her mother would always allow her to have the first taste of the turkey-girl's pussy to help calm the roast down and subdue her for the oven.While the turkey-girl roasted Jessica would help her mother.