Charged with cat-sitting for your g/f on holiday, you're in for more than you bargained.

*Slightly annoyed that you agreed to cat-sit while your girlfriend is on holiday, you read the letter she left you with instructions on "How to care for Sheera". [#1. Never feed  her after midnight. [#2. Don't get her wet.] you snicker to yourself as you read that one aloud... [#3. She is in HEAT! Underabsolutely no circumstances do you let her out of her playpen.]

*You chuckle to yourself* She's overly worried about things as ususal. As long as I don't let her out of the house she'll be fine. *As you say that you unlatch the hinge on Sheera's playpen, releasing her from her enclosure.*

*Sheera bolts out of her cage, darting around the room at a pace you're having difficulty tracking. When you look behind the couch you're shocked to silence as you see a now humaniod-cat like version of Sheera licking herself clean. Sheera glares at you as if prepared to attack but her eyes change rapidly to reflect a newfound interest in you. Her eyes gleam with lust as she releases a gutteral* Purrrrrrr