Daphne was surprised at how soft the Tr'Lawsh's fur was. She had never felt the fur of a Caitian. Somehow, running up to one of them and rubbing their neck was probably something they would not take kindly to. She could feel the pads of Tr'Lawsh's palm and fingers through the fur. It was a consoling touch. "Do you find that you are alone sometimes with our choice of career?"
Tr'Lawsh withdrew her hand as the meals were placed before them, and put her napkin on her lap. "Yesss. But I don't think it is as bad forrr me. Mossst of the time, I am on Cait. I can sssee my family and frrriendss wheneverrr I want. My love life isss perrrpetually in the latrrrine, but I find matesss when it isss time." The Caitian heat cycle was irresistable for Caitian males, and even human males were not immune. "I wish I had a perrrmanent mate, though," she sighed. "And you?"
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