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Alley Cat Blues

© 2013 Twisted_Trisk, Benjamin J Johnson

Contents: Sex (m/f) human male/furry female

May, 2010: I graduate from high school. I am already a competent programmer.

September 2010: I begin college at the U of Miami to get a programming degree.

May 2015: I graduate with a degree in Computer Science and brag I can program anything.

June 2015: I have a job already lined up and begin working for IMBM HQ in New York.

June 2015: I begin redesigning their silicon printing system.

February 2017: The first version of my system goes live, silicon chip yields increase overnight.

March 2017: IMBM proudly announces its new technology, able to print any kind of circuit for half the cost of previous generations. CPU and GPU manufacturers line up with contracts.

April 2018: Debugging continues, and yields continue to increase. Dye sizes shrink.

May 2018: I am recognized by my boss as well as the CEO as IMBM's premier talent.

June 2018: I'm on top of the world!

August 2019: My boss retires at seventy years old. My new boss is arrogant.

September 2019: I begin butting heads with my new boss. He begins to take credit for my work and is grossly incompetent.

October 2019: I complain about my boss to high-ups in the company, my boss somehow ensures my complaints are never heard.

October 28, 2019: My new boss blames me for a catastrophe in Singapore assembly line. I suspect his tampering and report it to high-ups. Again my report never reaches its destination.

November 2019: Inquest into Singapore assembly line fire finds fault with software, I'm blamed for a one-hundred million dollar loss of equipment in resulting fire.

November 2019: I'm convinced my boss is at fault, but can't find proof. A request to travel to Singapore and inspect product line computers is denied. I expect to be fired.

November 2019: Though I am not fired, my boss makes it his life's goal to make my existence miserable. My appeals to the CEO are never received.

December 2019: Unable to garner aid from any source I am at my boss's mercy. My successes with programming are forgotten.

December 5th, 2019: I come to work and learn I am being moved out of my cushy office into a new office. My boss escorts me there.

"Almost to your new office, Chris!" My boss enthused. I could tell he was excited about something, and that seldom meant good things for me.

The elevator let off at the first floor, and I was led, along with my little cart full of manuals, notes, and personal effects, through a small maze of corridors, deeper into the bowels of the IMBM towers building than I'd ever been before. At last, we passed through a heavy brown door into a dingy hallway, and I found the temperature spiking rapidly. I could hear a rumble coming from one of the doors in the hall.

"Here we are!" Jerry proclaimed, whisking a door open on a dirty, poorly lit storage closet of a room. I was greeted with a blast of hot air as the door opened. The walls were a garish yellow paint, streaked with dirt and stains, and lined with hundreds of pipes of one sort or another. A tiny desk was crammed inside, with an ancient looking computer nearly falling off one canted side. There was a grimy window on the back wall, looking out into an alley filled with dumpsters and garbage.

It was the heat that I really noticed. "It's frying hot in here! It's gotta be a hundred and ten degrees!" I protested.

He was stifling laughter, I could tell. "Oh, it's hotter than that, actually. You're right next to the furnace that heats the whole building. Sorry, but this is the best we can give you with our budget cuts."

"My computer will melt in this heat!" I cried in frustration.

My boss giggled. "No it won't. We got you an old industrial computer that's made to take heat."

As he spoke, I approached the computer, my jaw dropping. "This thing is twenty years old! I can't program on this!" I squawked.

My tormenter shook his head. "It's all we can afford. Budget cuts, you understand. You'll just have to make due. Well, feel free to spread out..." He paused and looked around the thirty or so feet of open space. "After all, it's a nice big room, at least." He was laughing as he stepped out the door, leaving me standing in shock.

A moment later the door opened again and he stuck his head back in. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. Don't try to plug in any power strips into your outlets, the power grid in here can't handle it. And don't under any circumstances bring a fan in here, the electrical interference might cause problems with our heating system. Feel free to open the window for some cool air... if you can get it unstuck." He left, and I heard him laughing out loud as he walked away.

I sat down heavily on the beat up office chair behind the desk, and was immediately spilled out onto the floor as one of the wheels snapped off, tipping the chair over. I saw that the floor was filthy as I wallowed on it. Slowly picking myself up, I tried to brush some of the sticky black crud off my once white shirt. I was already starting to sweat profusely in this oven of a room. The pipes ticked and groaned in the silence.

* * *

Feeling like a pariah, I began to try and set up as best I could in this new hell-hole of an office. I'd vowed they wouldn't be able to drive me to quitting, but I was beginning to wonder if that decision was actually worth it in this case. First thing to do was break all the rest of the wheels off the chair. It no longer rolled, but at least it didn't tip over now.

I had no shelves for my books, but some of the horizontal pipes weren't hot, so I placed my books out on them, using them as makeshift shelves. I was now dripping with sweat. This room was unbearably hot.

I went to the window and tried to open it, but had no luck. The lock was open, but it looked as if it was corroded shut or something, because it was completely stuck fast. I wandered out and found the janitor's closet and grabbed some tools to try and force the window open. By the time it at last came free and slid open, I was drenched with sweat and feeling dizzy. I hung my head out the window and gratefully breathed in the cold December air.

The air that greeted my nostrils was putrid. I looked down and realized that the dumpster a few feet from my window was filled with food garbage, and smelled horrible. I stared at it in numb shock, muttering curse words.

When I sat down, I found that the window gave precious little comfort. The air barely seemed to transfer outside, so even though it was cold, it didn't help cool the room nearly enough. I learned to love the rare occasion when I would be hit with a trickle of cold. I couldn't imagine things getting any worse than this.

* * *

A week of misery passed. The computer I'd been given was a complete joke. The "J" and "W" keys didn't work on the keyboard, and it was so old it couldn't even run my compilers. I bought a keyboard to use, and spent most of the week figuring how to tunnel out through the company's firewall and link the computer up with my desktop at home. I then used the work computer as a dummy terminal that simply displayed what was on my home computer so I could use it for my work. At last I was online and began to program again, grimly satisfied with myself at having worked out a way to function in spite of my boss.

My boss came now and again to check up on me, I suppose to gloat at me and also make sure I didn't get myself a fan for relief from the oppressive heat. By the second Monday, I was at least getting used to being miserable. The window being open made it just barely cool enough to be survivable in my new office.

About an hour after I'd arrived to work one day, there was a loud crash from the dumpsters. I figured someone had just come out and thrown away some garbage, so I didn't even look up to see what it was. The noise persisted, however, until I realized it couldn't be someone throwing away something. I turned and looked out the window.

For a moment or two I couldn't see what the problem was, until suddenly an furkind alley cat popped up out of one of the dumpsters with a mouse in her mouth and several in her paw. She looked to be about five feet tall, slender and tiny, with small round breasts and slender hips making her age difficult to determine to my human eyes. She was completely covered with shiny black fur, and her green eyes sparkled out from her dark face. She began to chomp on the mice.

Suddenly detecting my movement, her head shot up and she froze, staring at me motionlessly. After a moment of thinking she was cute, I turned back and tried to resume working. After about a minute of silence, probably because she was eating her mice, I suddenly heard her speak cheerfully from right behind me. "Hi! I'm Ochre!"

Again I turned and saw she'd scrambled up the eight feet or so of wall up to my windowsill and was sitting, looking at me. Her legs were dangling over the side into my office. I blushed a little and turned back to my computer. "Uh, hi. I'm Chris." I replied, a little nonplussed that she'd invited herself into my office.

"Got any food? I'm hungry." She declared, sounding a little demanding.

I knew enough about alley cats to know the last thing in the world you wanted to do was feed them, because then you'd never be rid of them. Furkind were normally bright, friendly, intelligent creatures that were the equal of humanity, but every now and again one seemed to live more like a feral, out on the streets and hunting for food. She was apparently one of those.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't have anything." I replied, trying to remember what I'd been doing on my computer before the interruption.

"Aww. That sucks." She grunted, and I heard a bang. I looked up and saw she'd jumped back onto the dumpsters and was back to rattling around, hunting for mice.

For a good half an hour I tried to ignore the racket she was making, clattering and banging around in the dumpsters. I couldn't concentrate, and finally in exasperation, I turned to the window and leaned out. I saw her round, heart-shaped little butt sticking up out of a dumpster she was rooting around in, her tail lashing excitedly. "Excuse me, could you please try to keep the noise down?" I called to her.

Her butt disappeared and her head popped up, a mouse in her mouth. I watched her chomp it in one bite, then she chirped, "I'm hungry." And resumed banging around.

I turned, frustrated, and did my best to ignore her. It went on like this until perhaps eleven, when things were finally silent behind me. I relaxed and was grateful the cat must have moved on. I hoped she wouldn't be back.

* * *

At noon, I got out my lunch and began to munch on my sandwich. I hadn't gotten three bites into it when I heard a voice behind me. "You do have food! You liar! Gimme some!"

I turned and found the alley cat sitting again on my sill. She was scowling at me and looked thoroughly incensed. I swallowed my bite. "This is my lunch. I don't have anything for you. Sorry."

She glared at me, then grinned maliciously. "Oh, I'm going to make you regret this, human." With that she began to yowl at the top of her lungs, like a feline in heat.

I turned and stood up. "What the hell...?" I managed. As soon as I took a step towards her, she was off of the sill in a flash and back down on the ground out of reach, continuing to squall.

"Shut up!" I snapped through the window angrily. "You ate a ton of mice, you don't need my food!" She ignored me and went on mewling.

All through the rest of my meager lunch I had to listen to her insufferable racket. Several times I yelled at her to shut up, but she only seemed to do it louder. With my food finished, I wadded up my trash and threw it at her. She deftly avoided the missle, pausing in her serenade to pick up the wad of junk. She sniffed it, and when she figured out it had no food, she went back to howling.

All the rest of the day she yeowled constantly. In frustration I closed the window, but she was so loud I could still hear her through the glass, and it soon became impossibly hot in the room, forcing me to open it again and listen to her noise. I got very little done.

I was very glad when my shift was over, and I packed up and went home, hoping my cat problems would be over the next day.

* * *

When I arrived the next morning, I cautiously opened the window and looked outside to find the alleyway empty. I was greatly relieved by that and did my morning ritual of fanning some of the cool air in with a notebook to get rid of the heat buildup from being closed all night. Idiot cat. She'd been cute, but what a noisy pain.

After a few minutes of fanning, it was cool enough to sit down and try to start working. No sooner had I begun to type than there came a loud yeowl behind me, making me jump and press a bunch of wrong keys. I whirled and found her sitting on the window sill, grinning maliciously at me.

I swore viciously and dove at her, but I might as well have been made out of tar. She bounced out of the window and kept right on howling merrily away from the alley floor. Every time I tried to turn around and work, she jumped up onto the sill to howl right in my ear.

"Shut the hell up! PLEASE shut the hell up!" I roared at her. She laughed and kept on making racket.

Again and again I tried to catch her, flinging myself the few feet towards her with all my speed, but I was always too slow. She would easily escape, plop down into the alley and keep right on howling. The noise gave me a headache.

I fought with her all day, getting nothing whatsoever done. As soon as I packed up for the evening, she stopped. I could see her grinning out the window I'd just closed. "See you tomorrow." She mouthed at me and flounced away, her tail flicking.

* * *

Indeed, the next day, no sooner had I turned on my computer when she reappeared in the alley, howling. Yesterday I'd gotten nothing done, and that evening I'd decided to try and ignore her, no matter how hard that would be. As long as she knew she was getting to me she'd keep it up. I'd have to pay her no attention until she got bored.

For about two hours I studiously ignored her. Suddenly there was a deafening clang that made me jump and forget myself long enough to turn around. She'd grabbed an old broom out of the trash and was hitting the dumpster with it, making even more noise than before. I couldn't believe metal could clang that loud.

On one of her back swings with the broom, I realized she was being careless and getting it very close to me with each swing. Before I could even think about it I reached out and snatched it from her paw. "Shut up, you stupid tramp!" I roared at her.

"Give that back! It's my drum stick!" She hollered back.

"Like hell you'll ever see it again! I'm taking it home and burning it tonight!" I shouted back.

"Give it back or you'll be sorry." She said in a much quieter voice.

In response, I threw it to the other side of my office. If she tried to get it, I'd have the window blocked and would be able to catch her. "Get it yourself." I snapped.

To my surprise, she was quiet after that. I began to think that perhaps I'd even scared her off. For two hour she was gone, and I had blessed silence to try and work. Then she abruptly was back, literally doubling her clanging noises. CLANG-CLANG, CLANG-CLANG-BONG. I turned in shock and saw she must have gone to central park and gathered some dead branches, because she had a whole pile of them, and now had one in each paw, banging away at the dumpsters and metal garbage cans like she was playing a song.

"God dammit! Can't you bug someone else!?" I shouted over the din.

"Not when bothering you is so much fun!" She merrily called back, whacking out a drum roll on one of the can lids.

After an hour or so of this, in frustration I grabbed her damn broom handle and whipped it at her. Again she dodged easily out of the way, picked it up and began to use it while still using a stick in the other paw. "There's your precious drum stick back, now shut up!" I roared. She ignored me and kept right on clanging on the cans with both sticks. Damned if that broom wasn't even louder than the sticks. I regretted giving it back, because now she was staying well away from the window and I'd never catch it again.

I tried to ignore her for another hour as she pounded away on the dumpsters, then finally called building security and reported her. After another half an hour, a security guard rounded the corner into the alley. I first knew of it because she stopped hitting the dumpsters and I looked up to see why. She was eyeing the tubby guard bemusedly. "What's this?" She asked.

The guard loped towards her as fast as he could waddle. She effortlessly leapt along the tops of the dumpsters to the end of the alley, vaulted up a wall using a drainpipe, and disappeared over the side of it in a flash, still clutching her stick and broom handle. The guard stopped his waddling charge, panting.

Looking up at me, he proudly declared "That's routed her! Ya shoulda called sooner, fella!"

Dubious, I slowly replied "I don't know... she'll probably come back..."

Puffing and shaking his head, he responded "Naw! Now that she knows we can get at her, she won't dare to come back! Well, it's cold out here, I'm going back to my desk. Seeya fella!"

It didn't take two minutes after he'd rounded the corner and was gone that I saw her pop up over the wall and leap back down, landing on the dumpsters with a bang. "The kid gloves are comin' off!" she called to me, and now began to jump up and down on the dumpsters in addition to whacking them with sticks.

I ran my fingers through my damp hair, grabbing handfuls and yanking until it was painful. "Please go somewhere else!" I yelled.

"No! This is fun!" She shouted back, dancing about gracefully.

I couldn't even sleep that night I was so angry and upset over it.

* * *

I arrived at work the next day more determined than ever to ignore her no matter what she did. I couldn't give her the satisfaction of reacting, I knew. Resolutely, I sat down and began to try and work and concentrate as she made racked. I hoped to get something done, at least, today.

All day she tried to get my attention with various different clangs, yeowls and hisses, even scraping her claws across the window glass. I ignored it all. She came right up to my windowsill and whacked away at the glass and nearby pipes in my room, and still I ignored her. She cupped her paws to her muzzle and howled right in my ear, and still I ignored her.

That evening I felt grimly triumphant. I hadn't acknowledged her presence even once all day. If I could keep this up, she'd get tired of it, I was sure.

The next day, however, she'd apparently spent the night scheming herself. After an hour of her usual racket, there was abruptly silence. I was curious and wanted to look and see why, but knew better than to give in to temptation. After about fifteen minutes of silence, wherein I got false hope she'd given up and left, suddenly I was dealt a glancing blow to the side of my head.

I jumped and cried out, my hand flying up to my head to rub where it hurt, and whirled in shock. She was sitting on the windowsill grinning wickedly, her broom handle held in one hand. I gaped at her in absolute shock that she would strike me.

"You! You hit me!" I gasped in shock. Before I could lunge for her, she rolled off the sill back into the alley, laughing her head off and resuming making noise.

Now, every time I tried to sit down and concentrate, I could expect a glancing blow to the side of the head. "God damn stupid, worthless tramp piece of fucking shit that nobody wants!" I swore at her, but she only laughed at me. No amount of swearing, begging or pleading could convince her to stop now that she'd gotten to me again.

* * *

The next day I came to work and put on a bike helmet I'd bought the night before. Though it was intolerably hot, her blows no longer hurt wearing this. It didn't stop her from trying though, and she kept hitting me harder and harder all the time as I ignored her. The helmet absorbed the blows, and I did my best to concentrate and ignore everything that was happening. For several days this went on, and I seemed to have the upper hand.

Later that week, she abruptly grabbed the helmet and yanked it off. I roared and dove at her though it was futile. "Give that back! It's mine!" I screamed.

She laughed uproariously at me. "My drum stick was mine and you took it!" She replied, hitting the helmet on the side of a dumpster to see what kind of noise it would make. Apparently she liked the sound, because for the rest of the day she used the helmet to hit things, including me.

So the next day, I brought a helmet with a secure chin-strap. I also had the bright idea of a pair of earplugs underneath to quiet her intolerable noise. It didn't take long for her to again try and yank off the helmet. The chin strap kept it completely secure, though her tug on it cranked my neck fairly hard.

My hand shot up and I caught her wrist, clamping down and coming up and around. I saw fear in her eyes that I had her, but I was unprepared for her strength. Abruptly, she pulled against me with all her might, wrenching her hand out and jumping out the window. "You bastard! How dare you touch me! You'll regret that!" She laughed at me. I flipped her the bird and sat down, trying to resume work.

She resumed whacking things against my helmet, and I studiously did my best to ignore her and work. Again for the rest of the day I seemed to have the upper hand once again with her.

* * *

A new day, and by now I felt like I could count on her to have some new form of torture thought up. I'd slept poorly again, I was so upset over everything that kept happening. Sure enough, after about an hour of clacking sticks against my helmet, I felt her grab the back of my shirt and pull. My head came up from where I'd been hunched over the computer, feeling her pull increase and momentarily choke me. Then there was a horrible ripping sound as the cloth was torn away by her sharp claws.

I cried out and tried to swat her away, but I was too late. She jumped down onto the alley floor triumphantly holding a big chunk of the back of my shirt in her paws. "I got it, I got iiiit!" She sang, laughing.

"Nooo! You...you stupid dumbshit... Shirts are expensive you dumb cunt! Don't you dare do that!" I howled at her. She ran around in circles, pumping her fists into the air and laughing hysterically.

I completely saw red and leapt out the window after her. I landed hard on the grimy blacktop and took off after her retreating tail. Again she jumped up on the dumpsters and skittered up the wall using the drainpipe. I pursued her with all my rage and strength, but it was utterly hopeless. She was over the wall in no time, turning and laughing at me with her head poking over the edge as I struggled to ascend the drainpipe some twenty feet below her. I could quickly see it was futile; I just wasn't strong enough or light enough to ascend like she had.

Still I tried, until she started spitting on me. Then at last I gave up and dropped back down off the dumpsters, hanging my head and stumping back to my window listening to her mocking laughter. I looked up and realized how high up my office was off the ground... there was no way I could reach that from here... I would have to go around the building and back in the front door, I decided. Then I remembered my badge was sitting on my desk. I couldn't get back in. I wrenched off the helmet and chucked it through the window in frustration, all the while hearing her laughing at me from the top of the wall.

She took one look at me and cried "Hey! You have earplugs on! Oh, you really must want me to play dirty! That isn't fair!" Her words filled me with dread. Every time she said something like that, things always got worse for me. I wished I'd not taken off the helmet, but it was too late.

I thought about what I was going to have to do, and decided upon stacking up some garbage cans to get back in the window. I grabbed a couple close ones and stacked them up. The cat scrambled back down the drainpipe and landed on the dumpsters, well out of reach and watched me, laughing. I stacked them up and found them to be very rickety and ready to tumble. She made jumping around on them look so easy.

Gingerly I climbed up onto the first one, then started to try and carefully mount the two I had stacked together. As I tried to start and put my weight on it, they gave way and folded, sending me crashing to the alley floor with a loud cry of pain. Her mocking laughter hurt more than the fall. I picked myself up, rubbing my sore shoulder.

She was holding her belly she was laughing so hard. "You look so stupid, you klutz! What in the world were you expecting!? Ha! Nice shirt!"

I again began to try and stack the trash cans. Again when I tried to climb them, they collapsed and spilled me to the ground. She roared with mirth, holding her sides as she laughed. When she could finally speak, she gasped and chortled "Try turning them upside down. It'll me a lot more stable that way. Reverse the cover on the upper one so the handle doesn't make it so tippy."

I wasn't about to listen to her for a moment, but then stopped. What she said made perfect sense and probably would work. I weighed the options of accepting her help versus falling again and at last did as she suggested. The cans held and I made it back into my office. She mockingly clapped for me, cheering. "Way to go! You mastered trash can stacking!"

She was still laughing as I made my way out of the room to go and wash my cuts and scrapes clean. Other than making racket, she left me alone for the rest of the day.

* * *

The next day of noise started only a few minutes after I'd strapped on my helmet. Clanging and crashing sounds made me grit my teeth as I tried to work. I did my best to ignore her. Then she started whacking my head with her broom. Still I ignored her. Next, predictably, she dug her claws into my shirt and ripped the back clean off. I swore a blue streak under my breath and forced myself to ignore her.

All was silent for a few minutes, as if she was trying to decide what to do next. I suppressed a shudder. Suddenly I heard a wet splat, and felt something cold hit my back I turned in surprise and looked down at the floor. She'd thrown a big wad of wet garbage at me through the window. I could feel the juice running down my back as the awful smell hit my nostrils.

"You stupid, worthless beast! Stop that!" I screamed, nearly hysterical. She roared with laughter again, pointing a finger at me.

I picked up as much of the gunk as I could and threw it back outside. My hands were filthy, so I went to wash up. When I returned, she'd thrown wet garbage all over my office, on nearly every surface. I realized I would never be able to stop her from doing this, either. I felt numb, and stumbled back to my chair, nearly slipping in the slimy goop all over the floor.

Suddenly, her maniacal laughter stopped. Before I could even wonder what had made her quit, my office door opened and my boss stepped inside. "Hey Chris..." He started, then stopped and looked around at my office, covered in putrid filth. His eyes rested on me, wearing a helmet, with my torn tatters of a shirt falling off revealing filth all over my back. "What in the name of... what happened to you?" He gasped, holding his nose.

Dully, I replied "That furkind alley cat out there is tormenting me. Doing anything it can to make me miserable."

He stared at me, wide-eyed, then slowly began to smirk. Then he chuckled, and soon was roaring in laughter. "You look so incredibly stupid and pathetic! Are you kidding me? An alley cat!?" He was breathless with laughter as he stepped gingerly towards the window, avoiding the bulk of the stinky trash on my floor. He looked around, even leaning out the window. "I don't see anything..." He guffawed.

I'd trained myself not to turn around and look, and I'd be damned if I would do it now. "I'm sure she ran off and hid when you came in. She'll be back the moment you leave."

Fighting down his laughter, he replied "RRrriiiight. Furkind cat is doing this. I'll tell you what sounds more likely to me. You're trying to get revenge at the perceived unfair treatment you're receiving. Now that I look at this, it isn't funny so much as it is sad and pathetic and disgusting. How dare you do this to company property? I had a message to deliver to you, but that can wait. I want this place cleaned up and spotless before you go home this evening, got it? If you ever try something like this again, I'll fire your ass."

He stalked over to the door and opened it. "I'm getting out of this stink." He said as he stepped through. Just as I thought he'd close the door, he poked his head through and added "And take off that ridiculous helmet right this minute. You look like a retard!" He snorted in laughter and left, closing the door behind him.

I sat there, still feeling numb. Slowly I stood up and did my best to clean up the putrid filth that was everywhere, throwing it back outside into a garbage can. I then mopped up and washed everything off as best I could. About the only consolation was that I didn't see that stupid cat for the rest of the afternoon. Finished, I packed up and went home.

* * *

When I arrived at work the next morning, I found my helmet was gone. My boss had left a note that read you may not wear helmets while working at IMBM. It violates the dress code. I have confiscated it until the end of the week, when you can come and reclaim it. I'd better not see it at work after that.

I sat down and stared blankly at my desk, not even turning on my computer. It soon became too hot and I had to get up and open my window. As I was sitting down, Jerry stepped in, looking very satisfied about something. If I'd had any ability to feel anything anymore, I would have felt fear at his smug look.

"Chris, my boy, I'm afraid I have some bad news. After your temper tantrum yesterday we had a performance review about you. We couldn't believe it when we found you hadn't actually produced any working code since your move to your new office. It was decided that until we can determine you are of sound mind and can achieve a normal work output, we're going to be docking your pay, effective immediately. Here's the new number in this envelope." He tossed it carelessly at my desk, missing it. The envelope fell to the floor. "Get that for me and sign off on it, will you? I expect to have a signed copy on my desk by the end of the day. Sorry, we're just having so many budget cuts after that Singapore debacle." He left without another word, though I could tell he was enjoying this immensely.

I sat there for several minutes blankly, then slowly got up and retrieved the envelope. I sat back down and stared at it, then mechanically ripped off the edge of it and pulled the single piece of paper out of it. It only had a few words written on it. The amount I was to be paid was minimum wage. I lowered my eyes and just sat there, holding the paper limply in my hands. I felt broken.

Abruptly, over my shoulder I heard a gloating squawk. "What? Your pay got dropped to minimum wage?" I looked dully up at the alley cat reading over my shoulder and saw she was laughing at me too, leaning on my windowsill. "I'll have to play you a song commemorating this achievement!" She crowed and hopped down.

A moment later my office was filled with the ruckus of her bashing her sticks into the dumpsters. She yeowled happily "Ohhh Chris got his pay, taken away, first thing today! What can you say, hey!" over and over again.

I'd vowed they couldn't drive me away. I'd vowed I would claw my way back from this abyss. I'd sworn to myself I wouldn't give up. I began to tremble. It was all so horribly unfair. I'd worked so hard for this place, regularly putting in sixteen hour days to get their systems up and running. They'd made billions of dollars off of my program, and this was the thanks I'd gotten.

I was now shaking. And even worse than everything they'd done to me was that insufferable cat. I hated her with a passion. How could any one single creature on this planet be so cruel and wicked? This was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I'd sworn I would not quit, but I decided I was going to right now.

I let out a single, soft sob. I don't know how she could have heard it, but she did. The noise stopped abruptly and I heard her leap gracefully up to the windowsill again. "Hey... are you crying?" She asked, sounding genuinely bewildered by that fact.

I shook my head, burying it in my hands. I couldn't seem to force the tears away, and I let out a little sniffle as I tried to breathe. Immediately she was kneeling beside me. "Are... are you OK, Chris?" She said, sounding suddenly very meek. She gently put a paw on my shoulder.

I shrugged my shoulder weakly, trying to get her paw off of it, but she didn't remove it. Instead she reached out and gently began to rub my shoulders. "H...hey, I... I'm sorry Chris... I'm sorry..." She whispered, sounding completely beside herself all of a sudden.

I stared up at her face, tears streaming down my cheeks. The enemy had suddenly become my only friend. It was ironic. I let out another sob and suddenly fell on her neck, crying. "I've... I've only ever worked as hard as I can... I didn't cause the Singapore fire... now they stick me down here to be tormented every minute of every day... I can't take it anymore... I give up, I can't deal with it anymore..." I sobbed, my voice shaking.

She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly. "Chris, c'mon, don't cry. It isn't all that bad..." She weakly offered. "I... I'll stop tormenting you, I promise." She cupped my face in her paws and gently began to lick my tears away with her rough, feline tongue.

Her words reminded me who I was hugging and I pulled back from her, distrust on my face. She stared at me, looking remorseful. "I... I went too far... I'm really sorry..." She whispered. "Please don't cry."

"My life is over... My work was my life and they've forced me to quit. I don't have any friends or family, this was all I had." I moaned.

"No! No no-no it isn't, Chris! C... c'mon, stop feeling sorry for yourself. I can cheer you up, honey, I promise!" She cried, sounding almost frantic.

I looked up at her, not understanding her abrupt change of heart. Seeing me look at her, she grabbed my hand in her little paws and yanked me to my feet. "C'mon Chris, come here and I'll cheer you up, I promise, OK? Just calm down and follow me. I'll make you feel better, I promise. I'll give you something new and wonderful to live for."

I couldn't imagine what she was on about, but right now I didn't really care either. I followed her out the window, jumping to the ground below. She turned and smiled to me warmly. "What do you want? Why am I out here?" I softly asked.

She surged forward and threw her arms around my neck, standing on her tip-toes so she could reach my lips, and deeply kissed me, her tongue delving into my mouth. Suddenly I was enveloped by her. She ran her paws up and down my chest, circling my shoulders and down to lustily squeeze my ass.

After a moment of shocked hesitation, I reached for her warm, silky little fuzzy body and hugged her tightly to me. She began to purr as I drew my fingers over her sleek, soft curves, feeling her body heat as she willingly pressed herself against me. For a moment or two we kissed hungrily. Between kisses she groaned "I'll make you feel good, Chris. I'll fly you to the moon and back. Just forget all your troubles and hold me close."

This was crazy. It just couldn't be happening! This awful feline was suddenly holding me and touching me very intimately. She felt and tasted so soft and wonderful, I couldn't force myself to stop the tender contact. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me slowly down over her until she was lying on her back with me above her on all fours. Her tongue swirled against mine eagerly.

Panting, she paused to speak. "Make love to me, Chris. Let me please you and comfort you with my body. It's all going to be OK. Just relax my dear big human."

I stared down at her in shock as her paws began to stroke over my penis, making it quickly swell up and form a tent in my pants. God, she was giving herself to me! "O...Ochre..." I whispered, hesitantly reaching for her small, round breasts.

She arched her back, pushing her little chest out to meet my hands, and suddenly I was filling my fingers with her bosom. She was so incredibly soft beneath her fuzzy pelt it seemed hard to believe. I gently brushed her fur aside, parting it to expose her tender little pink nipples, as small as a boy's. She mewed softly, her little paws reaching up to stroke my fingers contentedly as I touched her.

I lowered my lips to her left breast, suckling her tiny nipple and ignoring the mouth full of fur as I slurped on her. I groaned in delight, unable to believe this was happening. All my hatred of her twisted around and became deep, powerful affection. I traded from tit to tit, soaking her with my saliva and groaning in pleasure. I pulled back, stroking each nipple with a forefinger and gently brushing her wet, matted fur away from them to better expose them.

Her chest was so tiny and cute... I squeezed her little breasts, squishing them out and exposing them, then began to shake them, making them jiggle and ripple. She let out a passionate meow. "Hey... kuh... quit that, dummy... nooo... stop, it's embarrassing..."

"You have the sexiest breasts I've ever seen." I murmured gently, then lowered my head and suckled them again, still squeezing them to pull them out from her body. She squirmed beneath me as I nibbled and licked at her. I shook them again, enjoying the feel of her nipple jiggling across my tongue.

At last I released her little breasts and stroked my hands fully down her soft tummy, feeling her silky fuzz as well as her soft flesh. She moaned and squirmed, tensing up. I felt the muscles beneath her skin turn rock hard as she tightened them. She was in excellent shape for a homeless wastrel. "Ochre... my sweet kitten..." I whispered.

"Down!" She squeaked. "Down farther! Between my legs, you dummy!" Her paws reached out and she stroked my head, petting me as if I were her cat.

Who was I to deny her? "Of course, my princess." I cooed and crawled backwards, lowering myself to her pussy. Just like her nipples, her pussy was completely hidden in her thick black fur, and the first thing I had to do was begin to try and brush it aside, parting it so I could find her sweet little cunny. She was warm and so, so soft down there. Sensitive too, it seemed, because she squirmed and mewled at my touch.

I became even more gentle with her, at last finding her satin-soft little pussy slit. I tenderly brushed her fur aside, parting it and exposing her little pink, damp cunny. She was so tiny and delicate, it was marvelous. I took a deep breath and gently blew on her. Even that made her squirm and squeak, and I saw rivulets of moisture leak out from her puffy little perfect pussy.

I moaned again in lustful desire and tenderly licked the whole of my tongue slowly and luxuriously over her outer lips. She gave a meowl of surprise, her tail bushing out in shock. "You're supposed to put your penis in there, not lick it!" She censured me, sounding like she thought I was the biggest twit she'd ever met.

"I know." I whispered. "But doesn't this feel good?" I again licked luxuriously along the entirety of her womanhood.

She jumped a little and pushed me back. "Stoppit! I pee from there! It's dirty!"

Regretfully, I decided she wasn't ready for the concept of oral sex. I wanted to worship her body more, but not if it was going to upset her and make her uncomfortable. I could have a talk with her about it some other time, after all... For a moment I was lost in thought, dreamily imagining this not being a one-time thing, but making love to her over and over again, becoming lovers, living together in perfect harmony. It would be so wonderful to have this girl be mine!

I moved back up her shivering body, undoing my pants and pulling out my human cock. She looked down her chest and meowed when she saw it spring free. "My God, it's huge! Can that thing fit in my little vagina?"

I kissed her lips again, swirling my tongue around hers before replying. "I think we can make it fit, precious little princess."

I touched the throbbing, shiny, swollen head to her wet lips, then swirled it around in little circles through her pubic fur. "Unnng... I feel like I'm in heat..." She groaned, watching me and panting in lust.

I reached with my free hand and attempted to pull her little slit open, revealing the juicy pink inner lips and tiny little love tunnel. I wondered if she would indeed be able to take on a human sized penis. Well, there was only one way to find out... I pushed against her moist, slippery little cunny.

Her body tensed up from head to toe. She inhaled through her teeth, hissing as the foreign invader began to press against her flesh. I swirled it a bit more, making it slick with her natural lubricants. Pulling her lips wider apart with my free hand, I pushed and was rewarded with my glans popping inside of her wet flesh. She was amazing inside; warm, tight, slippery... I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.

Slowly I pushed in, farther and farther my penis eased inside her hotness. "God! It's big!" She mewled. I would have paused, but she reached for my hips and encouragingly pulled me towards her.

I felt my head hit her womb. I wasn't quite all the way inside her, but it was close enough. I was in awe of how warm and tight she was. "Oh hell yeah... This feels great... Ochre, you are so beautiful!" I groaned through gritted teeth.

"Nyaaa..." She squeaked. "It feels so good. Are you feeling better, honey?"

I nodded. I was ecstatic, my troubles all but forgotten. "I'm so happy! You're the best!"

She smiled, purring. "Make love to me, then, and just let your troubles wash away in the pleasure. It's going to be OK, Chris. Things will work out for you, I promise."

I kissed her sweet muzzle and gently began to fuck her, running my hands over every inch of her flawless body. I couldn't believe how good sex felt. This was my first time and it was absolutely amazing, all thanks to this precious little alley cat. I looked down at her little pussy, forced open wide by my veiny dick, slurping along the length of my shaft with each loving stroke.

"your cock ish shooo good." She slurred, lolling her head around.

I nibbled her neck, using my hips alone to slide in and out of her silken body. "Ochre, please wrap your arms and legs around me. I want to feel your full body embrace, to feel you holding me and comforting me." I groaned.

She let out a sweet coo and did as I asked, wrapping her legs around me and crossing her feet to lock them tight. "You are so cute." She sighed happily.

I lay down upon her, letting my weight rest on her furry, warm body. I just used short, quick strokes of my hips to fuck her marvelous pussy. Each time I thrust in, I could feel it hit the opening of her womb, warm flesh caressing me lovingly.

"Speed up, fuck me faster!" She gasped, tensing her body in preparation for the coming onslaught.

"Yeah baby." I grunted and did as she asked, beginning to thrust into her with longer, faster strokes. The sensation took my breath away, and I struggled to hold back my orgasm, rearing up over her again.

She curled her little body up, still keeping her arms and legs wrapped around me. She buried her face in my chest, beginning to meow loudly as I sped up and fucked her harder. "Chris! Oh God! I can hardly stand it! My pussy feels so unbelievably fucked! Ram that dick into me harder! Faster! I want to cum!"

Beginning to pant, I did my best to speed up and go as fast as I possibly could. I felt her claws prick the skin of my back as she writhed around, going crazy from the fuck-high I was giving her. For several minutes I drove it in while she squeaked and squirmed underneath me.

"Ughhhaaaa!" She howled suddenly and her pussy spasmed frantically on me.

"Are... are you cumming, Ochre?" I panted, pausing as she grabbed my hips and held me still for a moment.

"Uhhh... yeah, I came really hard. I've never had sex with a human before, and it feels really kinky and wonderful." She said dreamily, drawing me up to her lips to kiss lingeringly.

Abruptly she broke the kiss and pushed me back from her until my penis slurped out of her tight, wet pussy. She rolled over and got up on all fours, lifting her long black tail up high and wiggling her luscious round ass in my face. "Here, finish me up like this." She murmured, her eyes heavy-lidded with inviting lust.

Her long, shapely legs were spread out wide, and she had her back arched up, which exposed her pubic mound strikingly well. Her pussy lips were slightly parted and dripping, looking well used from my relatively large human penis jamming into her. I reached for her round hips and sexy ass, burying my face in her wet pussy for a moment to drown in her smell and taste. Then I remembered she hadn't liked oral attention and stopped before she could complain.

Panting with need, I eased my wet dick up to her inviting slit and sank back into her comforting warmth. Kneeling behind her prone figure, I grabbed her hips and really began to fuck her hard. "Myaaaa! Oh Chris! Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck!!!" She screeched.

I squeezed my eyes shut and fucked for all I was worth, slamming her little body against me, making her little breasts bounce around, the soft flesh of her body shimmering and rippling from the force of me slamming into her. After a few minutes I was at my absolute limit. "I love you, Ochre! I need you! God, you are perfect! I can't hold back!" I cried out.

"That's OK! Cum in me, Chris! Come deep inside of me! I'm not in heat right now, so you can squirt it all inside of me!" She howled back.

I couldn't last any longer, this felt too good. I shuddered and spasmed, then let out a massive, thick spurt of semen deep into her womanhood, squirting it into her womb. Her little mouth hung open wide, her tongue lolling out and dripping, her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy spasmed again, but I was so focused on my orgasm I couldn't tell if it was because she was cumming again or not.

I shuddered, thrusting spasmodically into her, grunting with each stroke, pumping my full load of sperm right into her womb without a bit of caution. I was so into the sex right at that moment, I would have loved to plant my seed in her garden, to impregnate her with my kittens. She scrabbled her claws over the blacktop, writhing under me and sobbing in mindless pleasure.

I couldn't fathom how anything could feel this good. Every splash of semen seemed to make her pussy spasm and twitch, heightening the pleasure of my orgasm greater than any I'd ever experienced with my hands alone. I cried out in ecstasy.

Slowly the ejaculation ended, and with it the pleasure abated. I was panting and shaking hard. Dully it dawned on me I'd just made it with an alley cat, that she'd been my first kiss and my first sexual partner. Not sure how I felt about it, I fell against her back, resting my weight against her and groaning. She shuddered and began to purr loudly. "I came incredibly hard." She rumbled through her purr.

I rolled off her side and landed on the ground next to her, pulling her down and pressing her whole body against mine. "Oh God." I whispered, nestling into the soft fur of her head. "Thank you, Ochre. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are absolutely flawless. I needed you so badly... I need you so badly..." At that point I broke off speaking and began to kiss her deeply. Her rumbling purrs grew louder and she clung to me tightly.

We lay there for perhaps half an hour. Neither of us said much, but as we looked into each other's eyes, our gaze spoke volumes. With her held tightly in my arms I knew I was the luckiest man alive. Suddenly cruel bosses and hot offices and wearing helmets seemed like distant problems as I swam on an ocean of happiness. She was absolutely amazing.

* * *

"You make that look so easy!" I laughed as she scampered up the pile of garbage cans we'd placed under my window.

Inside my office, she turned and smiled her toothy smile at me, her sharp predator's teeth glistening in the light. "It is easy! Here, I'll help you get up, Catnip." She reached a paw over the edge for me.

I carefully climbed onto the first can and began to climb the second. As soon as I could reach, I put my hand in her little paw and was amazed how strong she was as she pulled me up. "There you go!" She cooed. I leaned forward and smooched her lips, which made her smile.

I sat down at my desk. "Th...thank you for cheering me up, Ochre..." I said, hesitantly.

She smiled lazily, relaxing back on the windowsill. "You're welcome. Give me that notebook there." She said, pointing to a college rule notebook sitting on my desk.

I picked it up and handed it to her. "That's my fan. I use it in the mornings to try and blow some cool air into the room."

Nodding, she began to wave the book. "I know. Why do you think I wanted it? Now get to work, you. It's about time you accomplished something without distractions."

I looked up at her, feelings welling up in my heart I was so overcome with emotion. I leaped to my feet and threw my arms around her, crying out "You are too good to me, Ochre! Oh, you are so sweet!"

Sounding a little self-conscious, she nervously chuckled. "Hey, relax and get to work, you. Aww, thank you for the hug. I like being friends with you much more than teasing you. You're very affectionate."

I sat down and relaxed for the first time in weeks and began to work. For all the rest of the day she fanned me with the notebook and kept me cool, pausing only when I turned to her for a hug and a kiss every now and then.

* * *

When it came time for me to go home, as I packed up, I asked, "Will you come home with me, darling?"

Her smile faded at that and she looked away from me. "Don't be silly. You don't want an alley cat in your house."

"Yes I do! I really, really do!" I earnestly declared, gazing at her with a sappy expression on my face.

She gave me a pitying glance. "No. Not tonight. Not yet, maybe not ever."

I worked my jaw but could think of nothing to say. I'd only really spent time with her for the last few hours, I decided to wait on it and ask her again later when I knew her better. "Okay. Well, can I bring my sweetheart something special to eat?"

Her eyes lit up at that and she smiled shyly. "Really? You'd do that?" She mewed softly.

"Anything for you. What would you like?"

She didn't even have to pause to think. "Years ago, there was this chef who was sweet on me, so one time he gave me a grilled steak. It was the most wonderful, tasty, sublime thing I've ever eaten in my life. Could you..." Her voice trailed off, and she looked at me pleadingly.

"Of course! Tomorrow I'll bring you the biggest, freshest, most expensive steak I can buy! I've got a little portable tabletop grill too, so I'll bring that and we'll have a cookout tomorrow. Sound good?" I said, grinning at her.

It was her turn to throw her arms around my neck, kissing me and hugging me and thanking me over and over again. It felt good to make her so happy, and I could tell she was drooling at the thought. "I won't eat before tomorrow! I want to be nice and hungry!" She cooed, her eyes glistening with excitement.

* * *

That evening I went to the best grocery store I knew about and bought a fresh, 32oz Black Angus New York Strip steak. Not sure if she'd want spices, I bought sauce as well. I was looking forward to giving her a treat. Now I _wanted_to feed her so she'd stick around!

The next day she was already there waiting for me in the alley. I could tell she was trembling she was so excited, but when I offered to make it for her first thing, she insisted she wanted to wait until I was eating too. I worked and again she kept me wonderfully cool by fanning me dutifully, eagerly accepting deep kisses and warm hugs constantly from me.

It was almost lunch when she gave a mew and leapt out the window. I instantly figured I knew what that meant and hunched down over my computer. Sure enough, moments later my door opened and Jerry, my boss, walked in.

The first thing he said was "Huh! Not nearly as hot in here today. Maybe something's wrong with the furnaces."

I glowered at him but didn't speak. After a moment, he turned back to me and glared back. "I told you to have that payment change notice signed and on my desk by the end of the day yesterday, and I still don't have it. You'd better have a good explanation for that!"

Ochre's devil may care attitude of life was already rubbing off on me. I smirked at him. "I forgot all about it, mostly because I don't give a shit."

He yelled at me, but there was precious little he could do about it by now. How could he make my life worse? After that, he snooped around my office, snarling "Why is it so cool in here? You have a fan, don't you?"

"No I don't, and you may not touch my stuff." I snapped, secretly glad I'd passed the grill out the window to Ochre already. It would be pretty tough to explain if he found it.

When he at last left, I leaned out the window and softly called "He's gone, babe. You can come back..."

Out she popped from behind a dumpster in the far corner. "Why's he so mean to you?" She asked, scowling.

I thought it was funny that at this time yesterday she'd delighted in my boss' cruelty and today she disliked it. "It's a long story. I'll tell you later. Right now, it's lunch time."

Her face brightened and her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh goodie! I'm starving!" She meowed.

I hooked up the little propane tank to the grill and got it started, putting on two steaks, one for her and one for me. I could tell her mouth was watering, and she was nuzzling me affectionately the whole time as she impatiently waited for the steak to cook. "How long'll it take?" She asked at last, unable to contain herself.

I smiled at her, kneeling next to where I was sitting by the grill for warmth in the cool December air. Slipping my arm around her, I gently replied "Not long now. Do you want it pink on the inside?"

She nodded, and I tried to distract her by asking her about steak sauce and salt and pepper. She sniffed the sauce and shook her head, but nodded at the salt, which I sprinkled on to both steaks. When all was ready, I served them up on a plate and we started eating. She took one bite and moaned, closing her big eyes and falling against me. "Ohhhh, it tastes so good..." She cooed. "So much better than mice!"

I grinned at her. "I'll bring you food every day if you'd like, Ochre. More steaks, chicken, pork, turkey... there's lots to choose from."

She paused, set her plate down, and gave me a huge hug, so tight I couldn't even breathe. I laughed and hugged her back, scritching her behind her ears and murmuring gently to her. When she returned to her food, she giggled slyly. "You know, there's only one thing that would make this meal even better..."

When her voice trailed off and she didn't continue, I eventually prodded her a bit. "What would make it better?"

She now flashed me a very naughty grin. "If someone made love to me while I gorge myself. Mmm... delicious food and great sex, all at once. What could be more decadent?"

I stared at her for a moment, then laughed a little and set my food down. She got up on all fours, then dropped down on her elbows so she had her hands free to keep eating. She pushed her little round ass into my face, shaking it invitingly at me. I lowered my lips and began to kiss her back, down to her tail, then down her tail.

"Nnmmm. Foreplay is nice, but I'll finish eating before we even start to fuck. Just skip right to the sex, baby... I want to cum while I'm still eating."

I sat up. "You don't even want to get in the mood?"

Chewing on a big bite, she mumbled "I am in the mood. Your kindness and generosity has me feeling all hot and horny towards you. Feel my pussy... I'm soaking wet and ready for breeding."

I carefully slid my fingers down her ass crack until I reached her tender, silky flesh. Just as she'd said, she was indeed dripping wet. Her tail lashed as I touched her sensitive sex, and she groaned, pushing back against my hand.

I brought up my wet fingers and breathed deeply the smell of her heated lust. The strange, sour smell was very different from a human, and I was surprised to find that it gave me a raging erection just from breathing it. Apparently humans are affected by feline pheromones, I decided. Well, she'd asked me to just get busy and fuck her, so who was I to deny her?

I freed my bulging meat from my pants, dropping them to my ankles, and slid the shiny cock head around her silky pussy lips, feeling how slick her body was. I reached with my free hand and parted her pert little cunny, then eased inside. She was tighter than I remembered, and more steamy-hot than I remembered, too. Slowly I pushed and watched her little body stretch open as it tried to accommodate the abnormally large for a feline, but normal for a human penis.

"Ahhhhh... Gosh, Chris... I won't even be able to walk after you fuck me with that big tool." She groaned passionately, munching happily at her food.

I saw she was already over half done. I had to quit dallying around and do her or she'd be done eating. I caught her hips and carefully began to thrust, our bodies united. She stiffened a bit at first, but soon relaxed and I took that as a signal that I could speed up. Soon I was banging away at her full speed, while she was moaning loudly as she continued eating.

"Ohhhh... Myaaa... fuck me, Chris. Really fuck me hard! God, I want to cum! Make me cum with your beautiful penis! Drive it into me!"

I did as she ordered, giving her round derriere a few swats to make it jiggle. She yeowled in delight at the rough treatment and shuddered. I ran my hands over her body, up to her small breasts and all along her lusty curves. "You have such a sexy, tight body." I growled. "I love your shiny fur and sexy ass."

She gasped "Yeah? Show me how you feel! Give it all to me! I can feel you hitting my womb!"

I sped up, banging her stoutly and grunting at the sensation of her slick flesh caressing my whole shaft. "You're so good! Oh fuck!" I shouted.

"I'm almost there! Finish me before I'm done eating!" She wailed, humping backwards at me

I snarled like a feral and jammed her frantically, like a wild animal lost in lust for my willing little mate. All at once she let out a strangled scream, her pussy spasmed, and she was cumming. I lost control and blasted a thick gob of cream right into her womb. "Oh God! It's splashing inside me!" She sobbed, writhing in pleasure. I was loving an alley cat, but nothing else in the world could have felt soooo good.

I held her hips tightly and gave an occasional spasmodic thrust at her as I creamed her womb. Her hot, wet pussy was twitching along my whole dick, giving me goose bumps it felt so amazingly good. Through gritted teeth, I managed to growl "I fucking love you, Ochre! This is the best in the world."

"H...hold my hips. I can't stay up any more..." She whimpered, then collapsed sideways to the ground. I had just enough time to register what she meant and grip her hips tightly so I could ride her collapse with her and stay buried deep inside. I spooned up to her back and stroked her breasts as I panted and relaxed.

"Perfect timing." She dreamily sighed, showing me her plate was empty. "Thank you, that was divine. I felt like such a glutton, gulping up food and sex without a hint of restraint! Such decadence, such overindulgence. Thank you for fulfilling me."

I kissed her shoulder. "You are completely welcome. I'll feed you a hundred times a day if doing it will let me love you like this!"

She laughed loudly at that, apparently seeing a mental image of it. "Yeah right! Soon I'd be a gross, blubbery, big round ball and you'd be recoiling from me instead of hugging me. I've got to stay slim and fit to keep my body firm and attractive for you, kitten."

I sighed, smiling. "I know. I was just...dreaming out loud."

"Dreaming?"

"Yeah, it... it feels too good, too amazingly perfect to be real. I'm so happy, I'm just sure I'm gonna wake up any moment and it will all have been a dream."

She laughed nervously. "Don't talk silly. I'm not any more than some tight pussy that's come your way."

I clutched her to me. "No! You aren't like that! You aren't like that at all! You... you are so special to me, I can't express it in words... stop belittling yourself!"

I could tell again my words made her uncomfortable, and I wished they would not. I wanted to make her happy and hold her close. Why was she so self-defacing? She squirmed out of my arms and stood up, brushing her fur back over her sex, hiding it away. Brusquely, she snapped "Oh stop it. You'd better get back to work, we've taken long enough of a lunch. I'm gonna... go do some things." She turned and jumped up onto the dumpsters, heading for the drainpipe to climb the wall.

"Wh...what? Ochre? Wait..." I whined in a small voice.

She paused about seven feet up the pipe and glanced back at me, calling down "I hafta go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a little while." She zipped up the pipe and disappeared over the edge, leaving me alone to climb back into my office, confused as ever why she pushed me away when I tried to tell her she was important to me.

* * *

With no Ochre there, my office quickly heated up, and I had difficulty working, both from the heat and from worry. Thankfully, she returned about an hour later, hopping soundlessly up to the sill and grabbing the notebook so she could begin to fan me. I felt weak-kneed with relief as I jumped up and threw my arms around her, squeezing her until she mewed.

"Hey." She softly purred. I found her lips and kissed her deeply.

After a moment, I pulled back and went to work, feeling far happier with her there. I thought about pushing the issue and trying to get to the bottom of it, but it didn't feel like the time was right for such things, yet. I needed to know her better.

* * *

The next several days passed by with us falling into a routine. We would talk and laugh and enjoy each other's company until lunch, when I would grill us some food and we would eat, sometimes fucking during, and sometimes fucking after dinner. Her sparkling eyes gazing at me were hypnotic, and I fell farther and farther into her thrall all the time.

About two weeks later, I had her laid out on my computer desk. We'd finished eating and I was indulging in some very sweaty, horny sex with her. She had her long legs spread wide, and I had her thighs in my hands to steady myself so I could really drive it in deep. "Fu... fu... fu..." I panted as I worked.

She grinned up at me, stroking her paws over her sexy body. She'd loosened up quite a bit and could easily and comfortably take me fucking her now. She was still deliciously tight and hot, but it was now pleasurable for her instead of uncomfortable. "Myaaaa!" She squealed. "It's sooo good!"

Just then, at the worst possible moment, my office door opened and there stood Jerry, staring at us fucking like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. We both froze mid thrust and turned to look at him for a moment that stretched on forever. Then suddenly it broke and he cried "What... on company time... I don't believe you! I'll see you fired for this...!"

Ochre pushed me off of her and out of her, whirled and leapt at him, snarling, with her claws outstretched. He shrieked and slammed the door to shield himself from the advancing feline. I heard him running away.

"Oh no. Oh God, Ochre. He's gonna go tell the higher ups and now I really will be fired." I moaned, pulling my pants up.

She gazed at me, then snorted. "Not likely."

Staring at her, I couldn't understand what she could possibly mean. Seeing I didn't comprehend, she continued. "He's going to go up there with a wild story about you shagging an alley cat. The big boss will come down here, and there won't be a sign of an alley cat anywhere. Your Jerry is going to look suddenly very foolish with such a wild, implausible story."

"Well..." I said thoughtfully, warming up to the idea.

She pressed ahead. "Furthermore, you confided to me that you'd tried to appeal your situation to someone high up, and Jerry intercepted it. You'll have somebody who outranks Jerry here, and you can plead your case to him when he sees your appalling office. I'm going to make myself scarce. You close the window and let it heat up even more in here. I'll come back at the end of the day. Call for me if it is safe for me to come out of hiding and see you."

Her idea was sound... if it all worked as she was describing. "T...take the grill with you, too."

She nodded, gingerly locking the lid down on it. "Don't worry about me. I'll make sure there are no traces of me out here. You just straighten up your office."

"I'll see you later this afternoon, then?" I said, a hopeful edge to my voice.

She paused and looked up at me, then smiled warmly. "I just said so, silly."

I rearranged my books and papers, then sat down and buried myself in some code. Sure enough, about five minutes later, I heard very excited voices talking over fast approaching footsteps. "...you'll see for yourself!" I heard Jerry crow, and my door was thrown wide open, showing him standing with Gerold, the regional manager.

I looked up from my computer blandly at them. The look of triumph on Jerry's face was replaced with confusion, then anger. He stormed into the room. "She must have jumped out the window, boss. She was just here."

"Who was just here?" I asked calmly.

"Good God, it's hot in here!" Gerold exclaimed.

Glaring at me like he wished to do bodily harm, Jerry snarled "That cat! You were fucking with that cat! Where is it?"

I looked at him bewilderedly. "Cat? Pardon me?" I turned to Gerold. "I'm sorry for the heat, sir. I was tossed into this hellish office against my will. It's right next to the main furnace system for the whole lower half of the building."

"Don't you dare play dumb, you liar! Where is she?" Jerry roared.

As if he hadn't heard the shouting, Gerold grunted "Against your will? Good lord, Chris, I wasn't informed of this, nor was it approved. Who did it?"

I stared at Jerry, looking completely confused. "She who? I don't understand what you mean!" Again I turned to Gerold. "We're standing in the presence of the one who put me in here."

"That cat! That damned black cat! I see what you're trying to do here, you rat! You're trying to make me look bad in front of my boss! It won't work, dammit! Tell me where she is or I'll beat the information out of you!!" Jerry screamed, grabbing me by the throat.

"Mister Vanderbilt!" Gerold shouted, freezing my raving manager. "You are physically assaulting an employee! Let him go this instant or I'll fire you!" Jerry jumped back like he'd been shot at, looking suddenly ashen. He mumbled incoherently.

Turning to me, Gerold snapped "Now, what's this about a cat?"

"I have no idea, sir... but I could offer a guess." I replied, calmly. It felt wonderful to see Jerry suddenly looking so frightened.

"What is your guess?" He asked sternly.

"Jerry Vanderbilt has been trying to get rid of me ever since I complained about his managerial incompetency. He threw me down here, trying to get me fired. He forbade me to use even a fan to cool my office with. Then he gave me this ten year old computer as all I was allowed to work on. When none of that drove me to quit, he docked my pay and gave me minimum wage. Now that even that has failed, he is fabricating some outlandish story to try and get me fired outright."

Gerold studied my face closely as I spoke. I hoped I looked convincing. After all, most of the story was true... I was only fibbing about there not being a cat. Jerry spoke up immediately. "That's not true. He was voted down here by the board..."

"Vanderbilt, shut up." Gerold snapped. Jerry complied so fast his jaw made a clacking noise. Turning to me, the older man added "Why didn't you bring all this to my attention before now?"

"I did, sir... or at least, I tried to. I sent you several memos and letters appealing it. Didn't you get those?" I was having a hard time containing my feelings of smugness.

Jerry was increasingly looking panicked. I could tell he hadn't thought this through when he brought the boss down and now regretted it very much. "He's lying sir! He never sent you anything at all! I checked!" He blurted out.

Gerold turned to him and glared. "You mean to tell me you've been searching through my personal mail and memos looking for anything sent by Chris?"

"Yes! ... I... I mean... not exactly... I've only been screening to make sure you don't get any solicitations..." He cut off again as Gerold held up a hand.

"I have a secretary who checks my mail for junk. You have no business doing any such thing. This situation is preposterous. Chris is a genius programmer, probably the best in the world. What is he doing in this hell-hole of an office?" Gerold snapped.

It nearly looked like Jerry's knees were knocking together. "The... the board voted that he be moved down here, sir."

"Bullshit! I'm on the board and I never heard a peep about this!"

"But... in light of what happened in Singapore, we felt some discipline was in order..."

Gerold looked increasingly more and more icy all the time. "We? We felt? Perhaps we have some things to discuss, Vanderbilt. Chris, take the afternoon off and get out of this inferno. Come up to see me first thing tomorrow, OK? You, follow me." With that, he left, Jerry scampering along in his wake, whining nearly incoherently.

I sat there, a cautious feeling of elation blossoming inside me. Could an end to my troubles be in sight? Was that even possible? God bless Ochre and her quick wit! This had happened exactly as she'd predicted. She was my guardian angel! I sat back, grinning.

I could have gone home as he'd said, but there was no way I was leaving Ochre out of all this. I would wait for her to return and tell her what had happened. Furthermore, it was high time I tried to beg her to come home with me again.

I threw the window open and looked about, but of course didn't see her. "Ochre? You around, lover?"

To my delight, she popped up over the wall and looked down at me. "All clear already?" She called down.

I was beaming as she hopped up into my office. "Well, what happened?" She asked, seeing me smiling.

I related the exchange to her, and she grinned at me, but I could see sadness in her eyes, too. "Well, I guess you can move out of this crummy old office, then. I'm really happy for you, Chris."

My smile faded and I moved in close to her. "Ochre, come home with me. We have such a good time together, we make an excellent couple..."

"Dummy! Saying stupid things like that to an alley cat again! You're a spineless wimp! Wearing helmets and fanning yourself with a notebook! Haven't you learned anything?" She took a leap out the window and was gone over the wall before I could even dive after her.

* * *

I waited around, but she never came back and I was forced to go home dejected. The next day, I reported to Gerold as he'd ordered, and he told me he was moving me back to my old office. He was still investigating everything else that had happened, so reversal of the rest of it was still pending.

I should have felt good, but I did not. When I returned to my office to pack up my things, Ochre was nowhere to be found, even when I yelled for her. I returned at lunch to look for her but still there was nothing, neither was there at the end of the day. I felt crushed.

The next two days played out the same. Every free moment I had I searched for Ochre but saw nothing of the feline. Misery sank in, and suddenly I simply wanted my old, boiling hot office back, and the wonderful days of talking and laughing with her while I worked and she fanned me.

The third day, as I checked the last time before going home, I was overjoyed to see a black furry butt sticking up out of the dumpsters. "OCHRE!" I shouted in relief and joy.

She jumped and popped up, holding a mouse in her mouth. "Whathafurg..." She mumbled, tossing the tiny creature down. She approached and jumped up to the window sill of the darkened room.

The moment she was in range, I threw my arms around her and dragged her into the room. "Oh God! I missed you! Where did you go?" I reached for her lips, trying to kiss her deeply.

"Ack! Uthp... stoppit Chris!" She yeowled, just about breaking my heart as she pushed me off. "I was just eating mice, dummy! You don't wanna kiss me!"

"I do to!" I snapped and pulled her roughly to me. She didn't resist this time and we kissed deeply for several minutes. They were the happiest minutes of my life.

At last I pulled back, stroking her face gently. "So what all happened?" She asked me quietly.

"I got moved back to my old office. Gerold's looking into what Jerry was doing to me, so it should all get reversed." I replied softly.

She shook her head. "Then you're all set. Why are you back here?"

"For you..." I weakly replied, tears welling up.

She stared at me, then glared. "How many times do I have to tell you, you spineless prick?" She started to yank herself free, heading for the window.

Something about what she was saying clicked. It was odd...but... I acted it out without thinking any more. I grabbed her hard and yanked her back. She gave a yeowl of surprise as I hauled her to me, then pushed her back and pinned her against the wall. "God damn it! You are my girl and you are coming home with me! Do you got that???" I shouted into her face, making her ears lay back in shock at my volume.

Her eyes were as big as softballs as she stared up at me, and for one terrible, agonizing split second I thought that I'd guessed wrong, and this wasn't what she was asking me for. If I was wrong, she would never, ever forgive me for this... Then the moment was passed and she quietly said "OK." and melted into my arms.

Relief flooded me and I squeezed her ferociously tight. "Stop running from me, you dumb little cat." I growled to her.

"Alright. I'm sorry, Chris. You've captured me, I'll submit." She said softly, and we kissed deeply.

* * *

I lay on my back in my bed. Sitting on my lap, impaled on my penis, Ochre had her paws resting on my chest. I had a hold of her thighs as she rode me cowgirl style, making lusciously naughty slurping sounds as she slammed her dripping pussy onto me over and over. "Nyaaaa! Fuck! Myaaa!" She shrieked passionately.

She was incredible, much better than any other woman. I drew my hands up her slender body and grabbed her small breasts, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples. Her muzzle opened wide, her tongue hanging out, dripping saliva on my stomach. She was slowing down, not because she was tiring out, but because she couldn't keep fucking herself on me as the pleasure grew.

Seeing she might not be able to finish, I took over and began to fuck her stoutly, slamming my cock into her hot, wet body. I could hardly fathom it was happening. I was fucking her here in my home, here in my bed. It was so much more comfortable! She was my girl, now that I had asserted myself. "I love you!" I cried, stroking her flesh.

"I love you too!" She moaned, and I felt her spasm and cum hard. I couldn't resist the abyss, and I fell in after her, filling her with my seed, boiling out of my body in thick streaks.

She was so hot... I lay back, panting as we came down off the sex and relaxed into the afterglow. She grinned at me happily.

"When do you figure..." I started to say, when my phone rang. We hadn't gotten much farther than entering my apartment, getting some dinner, then falling into bed for wonderful reunion sex. It was still early in the night.

I grabbed it up and hit the button, answering it. My lady lay down against me, resting her soft head on my chest and stroking over my body with her velvety paws. "Hello?"

"Chris. It's Gerold. I wanted to tell you as soon as I got the news." Something about his tone of voice wasn't the most reassuring thing.

"What's the word?"

The old man sighed. "While he didn't put this stuff passed me, he did pass most of it by a majority of the board of directors. He's used the Singapore thing expertly against you and has quite a few of them angry at you and forgetting all you've done for the company. There are enough of them being obstinate, I'm having trouble reversing your fortunes."

That sank in for a moment. "What's the bottom line?" I asked softly.

"That is the bottom line, I'm afraid. The board seems to feel that whole 'What have you done for me lately?' thing and doesn't remember your accomplishments. Singapore was a debacle."

"A debacle that wasn't my fault." I declared, feeling frustrated.

"Eh?"

It dawned on me that if Jerry had been intercepting all the mail I sent out, Gerold may never have seen my report on my feelings of the Singapore fire. "Sir, did you read my report on everything that happened?"

There was a moment of silence. "No I did not. I'm guessing I have Jerry to thank for that?"

"Probably."

"Can you summarize it for me quickly?"

"Well, I don't have anything concrete, other than that I checked my code, and that machinery glitch could not have come from my program. I strongly suspect that Jerry actually was the originator of the bug."

More silence. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, he was asking me how to access the machine to load programs onto it. He also asked me for a copy of my source code a few weeks before it happened. The code is owned by the company, and I couldn't come up with a reason not to give it to him, so I did. That means he had the program and knew how to load it into the machines remotely. I suspect he knows just enough programming language to be dangerous, thought he could improve on my stuff, and loaded it in the night before the fire. He thought he'd be a hero, and instead we had a fire. He covered his tracks well though, and blamed it all on me."

Slowly, Gerold replied "That is quite an accusation, and I think you know how serious it is as well to say such things. The blame is currently on you, and you are pointing the finger at someone else. Do you have any proof?"

I sighed. "Nothing concrete. Just what I told you."

"Well, do you think there is any proof to be found?"

I swallowed. "Well, it depends on how trashed everything was from the fire. I know how to access the main comptroller's log files, if they survived the fire. I'd need to go to Singapore to do it, though..."

I could hear him scratching his chin. "Alright. I'll get you a ticket to go down there. Keep it absolutely quiet. Don't tell anybody where you are going or why. If you fail, this could get ugly."

I looked at Ochre, still cuddling me, but with her ears pricked towards the phone, listening in to everything being said. "Two tickets." I blurted out, without thinking.

"Two? Why two?"

I closed my eyes. I'd already said it, now I couldn't weasel out of it. "One for me, and one for my girlfriend. I want her to come too."

"Girlfriend?"

"Uh, yes sir. She... she's helped me survive through this mess, literally. When I was ready to give up, she was right there to hold my hand and tell me to keep going. She's as much a part of this whole thing as I am now... at least, to me she is."

Sounding a little testy, he sniffed. "You do know the company policy on revealing secrets to possible corporate spies? Particularly considering the code you develop?"

"Sir, there's no way she's a spy. Trust me. She's an a..." I stopped short, realizing I would confirm Jerry's accusation if I continued.

I was too late. "An alley cat?" He said, blandly.

I hesitated. I considered lying, but how could I? I decided to evade. "Would it be a problem even if she was?"

Clucking his tongue, Gerold replied "I suppose not. You are lucky she made herself scarce the other day, though. I'd have had to fire you. I'll just pretend I don't know anything about it and buy you two tickets. If you're right, it won't matter if you have an alley cat girlfriend or not. Jerry will be fired and you'll be in the clear. If you're wrong, I'd better never so much as see her."

"Yes sir, I understand."

Trying to sound jovial, he finished the conversation with "Good luck then! I hope you can clear yourself! I've invested a lot in supporting you, so it will help me immeasurably as well."

I scowled a little at that. "I'll do my best, sir."

* * *

We touched down in Singapore very late at night. We were both exhausted from our travels, and we still had a half-hour drive to our hotel, which was very near the factory. I hailed a cab and showed him the address, to which he nodded and ran my company credit card. I looked over at Ochre as we sat down in the back seat. She looked surprisingly elegant and sophisticated wearing a blue business casual suit and skirt that I'd bought for her. With her fur washed and her hair clean, she looked very striking and hypnotic.

Seeing me staring at her, she smiled a little. "Don't tell me you're seriously horny. I'm so exhausted after all that flying I just wanna pass out for a day or two in a nice, soft bed." She moaned, reaching out to stroke my crotch. I jumped a little at her forwardness, especially when we were out in public. I glanced at the driver and hoped he wasn't looking as I quickly grabbed her paw and squeezed it, lacing my fingers through hers.

"No, beautiful. I'm just admiring how nice you look in those clothes."

She snorted derisively, but I saw her long black whiskers twitching, a sign that she was pleasantly embarrassed. "Oh, stop it." She mumbled, leaning against me and closing her eyes.

We checked into the hotel, and despite my exhaustion, I had real trouble falling asleep. What we found at the factory tomorrow would either vindicate me and give me my life back, or seal my fate. I looked over in the darkness to see Ochre's naked figure, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. How I wished I could live like her; free and clear and utterly independent.

I felt a wave of warmth overcome me and snuggled close to her, burying my face in her soft black fur and smelling her comforting, feline scent.

* * *

I showed my badge for the third time to the security guard stationed at the entrance to the factory. "C'mon, buddy, I work for the company. There's gotta be someone here who speaks English."

He was talking on the phone, examining my card and scowling like something tasted bad. Finally, after several more minutes, he handed the card back and hung up, then said something and pointed to the chairs in the lobby. I looked over at Ochre, again pretty in her business suit, and sighed. "I hope they're getting a translator..."

A door opened and a pretty young woman stepped in. "Hello, Chris. I'm sorry for the delays, it's just usually corporate HQ arranges it when we're going to have a visitor, not just send them to show up." She had almost no accent, which was nice, as communication had been difficult thus far.

"Not a problem, ma'am. Forgive us for just showing up, but I'm trying to conduct a very quiet investigation into the fire. I don't want to make waves or let it be widely known what I'm doing, which is why we're just showing up."

She nodded, shaking my hand, then offering to shake Ochre's hand. "Yes, I understand. I'm Yi Ling."

"This is Ochre, she's here to help me with the investigation." I said, politely.

Shaking hands, Ochre smiled. "Pleased ta meetcha, Yi Ling."

"OK, well, as per IMBM's orders, factory line eight is still just as it was left when the fire was put out." She said, giving us hardhats and leading us onto the factory floor.

I blinked. "What? Who said they wanted it left alone? I should think it would need to be investigated thoroughly."

She shrugged. "My understanding is the orders came from the board of directors themselves."

The board again. I frowned. Did they all do Jerry's bidding? It seemed so foolish, and yet... We rounded a corner on the massive factory floor, surrounded by whiring, clanking machines and robots, busy printing out circuit boards and processing chips. There was line eight, all blackened and melted. Burning, liquefied silicon had flowed everywhere around it, hardening as the fire was put out.

As we approached, I could see more and more things damaged on it. The circuit printing arms were all bent and warped from the heat of the fire, their delicate fingers melted together and ruined. It almost made it look like the blackened corpse of some huge beast, its legs sticking up haphazardly at all angles. "What a mess. What can you possibly find in that, Chris?" Ochre softly breathed to me.

* * *

It was a good thing I was accustomed to heat, because I was soon sweating as I tried to rip open the panels of the computer core that operated the machine. Melted silicon had hardened all around it, gluing it in place. I had to dremel, use a crowbar, and just plain wrench on every inch of it to try and get it apart. After hours, I still had not gotten in and was getting frustrated.

Ochre either had no concept of keeping the nice clothes I'd bought her clean, or else she didn't care, for she was right there in the trenches with me, helping me rip chunks of metal, plastic, and silicon away as we attempted to get inside. About all she'd done was kick off her heels. I looked down at myself and smirked. Then again, I was every bit as full of soot as she was, my once white shirt nearly black all over by now.

I sat back, panting. "Let's rest for a minute, dove."

She gave one last mighty pull and ripped a large chunk of silicon loose, throwing it in our ever growing pile. "I'm getting hungry." she said with a sigh, sitting next to me.

I nodded. "Here comes Yi Ling. Maybe she can get us some food. You gonna mind if there's plants in it?"

She scrunched her nose up. "Yuck. Then again, I'm so hungry I could probably eat it."

Luckily, the translator was aware of felines being pure carnivores, because she ordered Ochre a big mess of fresh shrimp. I'd never bought her that yet, and her rough little black nose twitched as she smelled the shellfish. "Try 'em, baby. They're one of my favorites. Just don't eat the shell, but you can hold it by that and keep the soot off your food. I don't think eating burned silicon would be good for us."

She took a nibble of one and chewed it thoughtfully, then smiled. "Mmm! Good! A little bland, but very nice all the same." The translator had gotten me breaded shrimp with cocktail sauce, so we ate together, teasing each other about how dirty we were and enjoying the food.

When we finished and returned to work, I was surprised to find that the last piece Ochre had ripped off the side had done it, and I could remove the panel screws and open the control computer access port. Inside was a mostly standard PC running a custom OS built by me. I looked through and found the hard drives. They looked a little melted, but were still in one piece. I carefully extracted them from the wreckage and stood up.

"OK, this is what we needed. Now for phase two of our plan. I already contacted Showna Denko, the makers of these drives. They're gonna disassemble them and see if they can get any data off the platters." I said, smiling grimly.

She shook her head. "I have no idea what you mean by any of that."

* * *

We stood nervously in the austere clean room, watching the engineers work. Ochre had to go in a fully closed suit with a respirator because of her fur, which had made her acutely embarrassed, so to help her, I'd donned one too. It was constricting and uncomfortable, and this recovery seemed to be taking an eternity.

The engineers had carefully opened each drive and extracted the platters, labeling each of them before loading them onto a machine designed to read extracted drive platters. When I'd brought them in and explained the setup, the head engineer had said "It is good that you had them in a RAID 1. It should help us recover much more data."

It took hours, but at long last they stepped over to me and handed me a new hard drive. "This is everything we could salvage." the engineer told me.

* * *

Jerry walked into the meeting room with a scowl on his face. He didn't like being told what to do, especially when the orders came from me, the employee he seemed to hate. Still, glancing around the room and seeing the board of directors all sitting at the large meeting table made him polite, at least. "What is this? Why am I being called in here?" he shortly snapped.

I stood up from my chair, hitting a button on the remote control I was holding. The projection monitor turned on and began to heat up. Calmly, I said "So care to tell me what you were doing the night before the Singapore fire?"

There was a slight shift in his mood, though he covered it well. Suddenly he was on the defensive. "I was at home, watching an old Hitchcock movie. So?"

"Because you stayed at work late that evening, 'till after everyone went home. I have the login records from that night. You stayed at work until after ten o'clock. Can you tell me why?"

There was now a bit of nervousness tugging at his heels, I could tell. "I don't remember exactly why... I think I was doing payroll and had some kind of discrepancy that I was trying to sort out."

The projector came up and showed an image of log files onto the screen. "Do you know what this is?" I asked, feeling triumphant.

His face turning red, Jerry stared at the list of text and numbers shown on the screen. "I have no idea." he said at last.

I pulled out my blue laser pointer and circled the text at the top. "This is the access log file for the comptroller on our Singapore factory production line eight. Specifically, it is the log file for October twenty-seventh, 2019; the night before the fire."

I could tell he was suppressing mounting fear as he looked at the text. "I have no idea what I'm looking at." He snapped, trying to act irritated but failing rather nicely.

I smiled. "Are you aware that each computer in our company has its own IPv6 internet address? We do it for logistical reasons, and so that credit goes where credit is due. Do you recognize this one here? 2001:0db8:85a3:0042:1000:8a2e:0370:7334 is your computer's number. Are you aware of that?"

"So what?" He asked, shifting uncomfortably on his toes.

"So, according to the comptroller, your computer accessed the execution OS and loaded a new version of it into memory at exactly 10:03pm that evening. Five minutes later, you logged off your computer. Do you remember that event?" I spoke these words softly, and you could hear a pin drop. The entire board of directors was sitting stone silent and watching us.

"Are you trying to pin this on me? Is that your game? You probably logged in to my computer and loaded it in there!" Jerry snapped, beginning to sweat profusely.

I shook my head. "I don't know your passwords or have any way to log in to your computer. That faulty program was loaded into the factory line by you some nine hours before the fire. Now, let's take a look at our own internal server logs from October 5th, 2019. You'll notice I transferred a file to your computer, per your orders. The name of that file is 'Silicon printing OS version 1.32u4,' the newest version of the control software at that point. You demanded I give you the source so you could examine it. Do you recall that?"

"I most certainly do not! Nothing like that ever happened!" Jerry sneered.

"Yes it did." Gerold softly said. "Chris didn't want to give it to you so you came to me to have me order him to release the code. You claimed you wanted to analyze how much he was modifying it with each iteration."

Now looking very pale, Jerry said "Yes, that's true, but I certainly did not load a faulty software program into the control computer!"

"Yes, you did. Let me back up to the comptroller log files dated September 14th, 2019. Per your orders, you can see right here where I gave full administrative access to all the comptroller computer systems. Here is where I gave it your IPv6 address again, confirming it was your specific computer that was given administrative rights."

I pointed a finger in his face. "You thought you would be a hero if you could improve my program, so you sloppily hacked into it and tried to improve it. You thought you'd be the conquering hero the next day when line eight magically increased productivity. You'd be able to gloat and reveal you'd upgraded it, but instead, you caused a fire. You needed a patsy, so you put the blame on me. You then got the board to place an edict over the melted wreckage that nobody could touch it, because you had a vague notion there might be clues as to what you did left behind in the debris."

Gerold spoke up. "Good work, Chris. Both of you may leave now. The board has things to discuss."

I could see Jerry looked ashen and terrified. "Wait, he's lying! I didn't do it, he did! He made all of this stuff up!"

"I didn't have him pull our network's log files, someone else did. Get out of here, Jerry."

I held the door for him as he staggered from the room, looking to be in shock. I smirked at him when he glanced up at me, then left to return to my office without saying a word. Inside, Ochre was waiting for me. "Well?" she asked immediately when I stepped inside. She hopped down from where she was sitting on the edge of my desk and whisked over to me.

"We got him."

* * *

I lay in bed with Ochre, the lights dimmed to a comfortably close glow, and soft, sexy music playing on the stereo. I'd gotten her to try oral sex, and she was now enjoying it immensely, laying on top of me and licking my penis while I fingered and licked her wet pussy. Her naked body kneeling over me was so luscious and enticing to see, she was driving me wild.

Her legs were spread wide so she could lower her mound into my face, letting me attack her with flicking tongue and gentle fingers. Her tail lashed frantically from side to side, showing her agitation over what was happening. I reached up and fingered her little pink anal pucker, squeezing it and moving it around, dipping my finger carefully inside now and again.

She was moaning and purring, hugging my legs as she sucked up and down the full length of my swollen, throbbing cock. "Mmmmm!" She cooed as I buzzed her pleasure spot with my tongue.

Her smooth, sleek body enticed me and I reached for her as I licked, stroking over her beautiful, flawless curves. How had she ever been an alley cat? She was a total babe, and I would have thought immensely popular because of it.

I plunged my tongue deep and began to slither in and out of her, trading my tongue for my finger on her clit, enveloped in her feline smell, taste and feel. She began to groan loudly, and I knew she was about to cum. "My precious little kitten." I whispered, blowing my hot breath on her sensitive flesh. It took her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm.

She had to be so careful with her rough feline tongue I was definitely getting the short end of the stick. Still, it felt so good to have her worshiping my sex that I was enjoying the pleasure regardless. She was getting better at it by the second, too, using the underside of her tongue as well as her soft palate to work over me.

I drew my hands over her regal body, spread out above me. Her small breasts and tiny, cute nipples got special attention from me, and I marveled at the amazing softness of her flesh, so much more delicate than a human woman. "God, it feels amazing, kitten." I purred to her, slipping my finger deeper into her anus than I'd ever gotten before, up to the first joint. She was silky and warm inside, and seemed to react favorably to this odd stimulation

Using just the front half-inch or so of her tongue, and licking side to side right under my glans, she was able to give me intense stimulation. I squirmed a bit under her, the intense feeling of her spines just shy of painful as she licked me. All at once, she laid her tongue flat over my penis, then began to suckle on it like it was a tit. Slowly she slithered her tongue up until she was tormenting the very tip of it with her spines. at the same time, she groaned and started to work the rest of my shaft with her paws.

I tensed up beneath her, pulling back from licking her pink flesh. "Awwwgh... Ochre, it's too much for me... I'm gonna cum, my sweet!"

She pulled back just enough so that she could talk, still massaging my shaft with her soft paw pads. "What do I do? What do I do?" She mewed urgently.

I was far too loopy with pleasure to use much tact. "Please drink it, baby. It's thick, but it won't hurt you. I wanna see you gulp it down... Gahh! Here it comes!"

She swung around so she was between my legs and could look up at me with her large, lovely eyes. I saw her swallow apprehensively, watching my throbbing penis, waiting for the expulsion of seed. "Cum for me, Tiger." She whispered.

Her sexy voice sent me over the edge. I roared "Gaaah!" And shot a load into her waiting mouth. She made a surprised meow at the force and quantity of my ejaculation, then thickly forced herself to swallow. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

My cock pulsed and squirted more thick globs of cream into her cute pink mouth, some of it sticking and clinging to her lips and the fur on her chin. She looked incredible taking my load, her eyes bulging at her first time with a mouthful of semen. "Mmghf." She gurgled, thickly swallowing again.

I pulsed, pumping more shots into her mouth and on to her cute little muzzle. She looked so sexy marked out as mine. As my cum slowed to a few thick drops, she began to lick it off her fur, seeming to have an easier time of it now that she knew what to expect. My orgasm, divine and sweet pleasure given to me by my sweetest of lovers, began to abate into a warm, comfortable, relaxing feeling. I released the tension in my muscles and started petting her fur.

Once she had me cleaned up, she moved around and cuddled down beside me with a happy sigh, feeling my smooth skin. I had my eyes closed and was feeling dozy I was so contented and at peace. Dreamily, she spoke up. "So, they finally fired Jerry, huh?"

I heaved a contented sigh and nodded. "It took them a whole month since we exposed his fault in the fire, but they finally felt they had a strong enough case for termination without benefits. It's up to me if I want to sue him over his lies and slander, blaming it all on me."

"Huh." she muttered after a moment. "And do you think you will?"

My eyes still closed, I shook my head. "No. It was awful, but through the horror of it something very good happened to me in the end."

"Vindication?"

I opened my eyes and rolled over on top of her, holding her in my arms. "No, silly kitten. You. Ochre, the months since we became intimate have been the absolute best in my whole life. I... I want to tell you something."

She looked up at me with her large, luminous eyes sparkling in the light. The soft, sensual music swirled around us, making our mood even more close and intimate. "What is that?" She asked at last, after searching my face intently.

"I... I love you, Ochre. With all my heart."

She stared up at me, and tears began to trickle into her black fur. Her voice choked with passion, she at last whispered, "I love you, too."

We embraced each other tightly and never let go.

Fin