OLWG #267- Lady Jo-Jo & Del

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

Tom sat in the warm sunshine on the back of the sofa and finished grooming himself. He had been up for most of the night, roaming the back yards and alleyways. Tom had searched this small town, remotely set in the back of beyond. He had spent the bulk of that time searching for the slinky black, beautiful lady cat he had heard tell of. The word was that she was new in town, and her name was, rumoured to be Josephine. Tom felt that he might have gotten a glimpse of her early in the evening as she stalked the top of a brick wall downtown, but she had vanished by the time he got there. It only served to make him want to find her more. Alluring and slinky, she walked like a vamp. As if she was summoning the world to watch her move.

She had leapt from the wall and disappeared. Tom had unsuccessfully searched the rest of the night. Tomorrow was another day, and so was the one after that. He would find her, and when he did, he would win her heart.

As he sat in the front window, dozing and bathing in the sunbeams, it struck him that this new object of his affection was named Josephine. She had such an exotic name, such an erotic name, such an appropriate name for such a classy cat. His name – well, his name was Tom wasn’t it? It was a name so plain, so uninspiring. The name ‘Tom’ conjured up images of a rube, a cat that spent his time catting around with his buddies and either licking his balls or hiding under the porch. For the first time in his life, Tom longed for another name, a name that was elegant, courtly, sophisticated and expensive. He wished that his name was Delaney, Harrison, or Xavier. Daydreaming, he tried them each, testing how they rolled off his tongue.

Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Lord Xavier and his lovely wife, Josephine. That sounded pretty classy.

If he wanted to impersonate a solid, down to earth, yet powerful cat, he could be Harrison.

He could hear them herald his arrival, “Presenting his honour, Harrison, and his beautiful consort, Lady Jo-Jo.”

Sheeee-it, that, and a firm handshake would ensure he got elected. Other cats would want to be him, and they would all lust after his girl.

He pictured Josephine languishing beside him in bed, basking in the afterglow of their love. She would lean into him and nip his ear. “Del,” she would whisper, “Delaney, can we have another go, please?”

He fell happily asleep in the sun. Dust motes played above his head, and a smile played on his face. When he awoke, he would be Delaney. His friends and lovers could call him Del.

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