(Sorry I haven't been on all day,)
Essie's whiskers twitched in pleasure, as they always did when she got attention from toms, "Yes, my housefolk recently got this nest. And you? Do you live on this street? Or are you just passing through to sweep in on any unsuspecting molly?" She purred, her smooth voice rippling past her whiskers.
Essie had so far had no kits, although she was in no way opposed to the possibility, no toms had thus far proven themselves worth her attention. While she was a fan of toms she found that most of them had little depth, though she was constantly cautiously optimistic. @
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