He set the bowl before her. Watched her lick up the milk, drops sticking to the whiskers, few stains already down her soft black velvet catsuit.
Bob had never imagined getting into the cat scene until that fateful day outside the store where he'd gone to buy his usual six bars of chocolate, four multibags of potato chips and a crate of beer.
Outside he noticed an attractive young man with long fair hair holding two leads, each one had a beautiful girl at the end, dressed as cats.
Bob dropped his bags of shopping in surprise and never bothered to pick them up, following the trio back to their home and asking so many questions. Embarassing now when he thought of it.
He discovered many women were just wanting to be loved, cared for and looked after, all responsibilities given to the master.
He didn't like the idea of them having an obese man like himself, they would laugh at him.
Slim Bob loved his little Anastasia, she was his dream woman.