Dear vetquestions.com, my cat recently transformed into a human-feline hybrid and now she won't stop masturbating. Please help.
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I was tempted to put it online, I really was. After a long day of work, I had arrived home, hoping to have a peaceful evening. Instead, I found myself sitting on my couch, Momo's head on my lap, and her hands busy. I had immediately told her to stop, but she would not obey. Having transformed into a person, her obedience was well beyond a normal cat's, but she still only listened to about half the things I told her to do.
It had now almost become a game. I would tell her to stop flicking her bean, and for a few minutes, she would. Then she would slowly resume, seeing how long she could keep it going before I again told her to stop. Was she doing it just to annoy me?
"Momo, enough," I said, taking a rolled-up newspaper and swatting her on the head.
"But it's so much fun!"
"I don't care, I don't want you to do it around me. I don't do it around you, do I?"
"Huh? You do it too?"
Oh crap.
A wide smile on her face, Momo rolled over and bolted up onto her hands and knees. "That's great! Master and Momo can do it together! Momo can even help you and you can help Momo, just like when we were in the shower!"
"No! We absolutely cannot do it together!"
"Why not?"
"Because it's wrong." Her ears drooped. "Why is it wrong?"
"Because you're my cat.
Men aren't supposed to do that kind of thing with their cat.
You may be bigger now, but it's still wrong. Besides, you don't understand what you're doing or what you're asking."
She leaned forward, her hands on my thighs, the way she used to when I had a plate of food in my lap, but this time, her attention was focused on me, our faces inches apart.
"Then explain it so that Momo can understand. Momo just wants to play with Master."
A part of me did want to explain it. A part of me did want to do those things with Momo. But there was a line that we could not cross, and if we did, we could never go back. Momo might not understand sex, but I knew she would never again see me the same way, nor would I see her. Momo was an innocent creature, a living miracle, and I didn't want to corrupt her.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back. "I'm going to get dinner started."
Like her breakfast, Momo ate her dinner out of her food bowl on the floor, and afterward, we waited for it to get dark enough to go to the park. It was a quiet evening walk, Momo staying by my side rather than roaming around me. Walking my cat ... that still stands out to me as being one of the weirdest aspects of this whole situation.
I soon began to wonder if Momo was mad at me and giving me the silent treatment. She walked next to me at the park but didn't say anything, and at home, she had her head in my lap, but didn't purr when I rubbed her ears. Later that night, I was in bed, reading the news on my phone. I heard Momo in the bathroom spit out a mouthful of foam. Good girl, brushing her teeth without asking. She came out of the bathroom, rubbing her wet hair with a towel to dry off from the shower she had just taken.
She circled to the other side of the bed and climbed under the covers, but didn't cuddle up with me the way she usually would.
"Goodnight, Momo," I said, hoping for some kind of response.
I looked at her back, enduring the silent seconds trudging by.
"Goodnight, Master," she murmured before pulling the blanket over her head.