The Milfy Cat

In a cozy little hut nestled in the cat tribe village, a woman leaned against the open window, her forehead resting on her hand as she peered out into the storm.

The rain was coming down in sheets, making it nearly impossible to see even a meter ahead, and her kids still hadn't returned.

Pit~ patter~

The sound of the rain was relentless, and with each passing minute, her worry grew thicker than the storm clouds outside.

"Where could they be? They're not playing outside, right? Rony hates getting wet, and Ronali's too smart to be frolicking around in a storm like this… Could something have happened to them?"

She murmured to herself, biting her lip.

One hand was propped up on the window ledge, but the other had found its way to a much warmer place, nestled between her legs.