Libido Killer

I wake up and I'm in the same bed with Brick, a rarity on the night shift. The temperature is the perfect combination of warm and cool, perfect for snuggling with bare skin in clean cotton sheets. I just want to stay in bed and make love with him all day.

And then the kitten pounces.

The one Brick brought to bed with him.

The one that tormented me all day the day before.

The one from which the bed is the only refuge the dog and I get.

That kitten.

To hell with making love, I'm running for the hills.

Unfortunately, the kitten chased me.