I wake up to someone's tongue licking my feet. One of Daphne's pups has his head under my feet, busily licking them. That is very unhealthy and disgusting considering the fact that I was walking barefoot yesterday. And it tickles.
I raise my head to the rising sun when I hear a loud caw. I did not realize that I was alone in the nest with Daphne's pups. So far only one seems to be awake and he is intent on licking my feet clean.
I sit up straight with my back against the sleeping pups when Daphne lands perfectly. An ash furred Euphillo follows suit. This one is much bigger and has more toned legs with more muscles than Daphne. This might be her mate, I think to myself.
And my thoughts are confirmed when he begins to rub himself on Daphne who purrs like a cat. I think now would be a good
