Spicy Time Cancelled by Flying Cabinet Kitty
- kristalinkendra
- Sep 29
- 2 min read
A Polyamory story about takeout, potential cat scratch disease and a handle of sanitizer.
Author's Note: Names, identities and small parts of the story have been altered to preserve the anonymity of the owner of this bitch ass cat.
I completed mom duties for the day, showered, got dressed in a cute outfit, and drove out to Tay’s place. We had been dating for a couple months and had begun having routine overnights at his studio.
That night, I brought dinner, because Tay wasn’t big on cooking (ie: they didn't cook), and even brought dishes since the cabinets were basically empty. Listen, I wasn't there for the amenities. It was a small studio apartment, and I knew they had a cat, but I didn’t see it when I first came in. I’m not a big fan of cats anyway (plus, I’m allergic), so I wasn’t going out of my way to look.
We started getting frisky, clothes half off, when I paused to grab a bottle of water. That’s when I heard a shriek. Out of nowhere, their cat, named Baby Kitty, of all things—launched itself from the upper kitchen cabinets straight onto my bare foot. Claws out. I screamed as blood started dripping down my foot. Tay rushed to help. Their solution?
A leftover COVID-era “vodka bottle” that was actually industrial hand sanitizer. They poured it over the wound, and I screamed again...this time from the sting.
The night turned into one of the wildest polyam overnights I’ve ever had. No spicy time for a bit, just patching me up, laughing through the chaos, and crashing out together. I am pretty sure we woke up after a few hours and got into trouble. We stayed partners for a while after that, but it didn't work out. However, this memory still makes me laugh every time I think about it, or look at the scar on my foot.
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