I like milk. Always have. My cousin Lenny

.. make that my *blatant* lactose love affair. I even named my cat "Homogenize." But, I call her Jenny for short. She likes milk too, but it makes her

puke. Who ever heard of a lactose intolerant cat? The vet says its impossible, but try telling that to Jenny.

Jenny and the cat are like peas and carrots. The cat is lactose intolerant and had to wear little kitty leg braces. But then chasing a mouse, they magically exploded and the cat

dissapeared in a cloud of fur, all except the whiskers which continued to pursue the mouse until it too dissapeared. When she saw the whiskers hovering above the bowl of soymilk

she grinned. Who ever heard of disembodied cat whiskers enjoying soy milk? she thought. Turning to leave, she noticed a mouth form under the whiskers. The mischievous grin

of the Cheshire Cat. She blinked. It was impossible, wasn't it? There was no way that it was happening again, not after all that they did to prevent it. She rubbed her eyes and

looked. Sure enough, the Cheshire Cat was still there. She reached down and picked up

as much of the vaginal fluid as she could. Yeah, it was difficult to scoop it up with her little hands, but she was willing to do anything to keep the Cheshire Cat from

yet another mediocre fold about pussy.