Gato Havoc

[runtashea]

Azalea and Manion walk down the unnaturally long corridor. They’d split from Jennifer and Auru, Maximus and Meta Dragonoid. The canine duo went on their way to aid Jeremiah. Meanwhile, Maximus and Meta were off to aid Margaret and stall for the others if need be.

That just left the feline pair to confront Deborah and her Bakugan, Phoenician. At least… that’s how the story should go.

“Manion, I…?!” Azalea gasped. Her partner Bakugan, Angelic Manion, had disappeared. Not just her too, the entire hallway was gone as well. Everything around her is gone! Now she’s just standing in a white void. 

Once her initial shock wore off, she shrugs her shoulders. Nothing the cat couldn’t handle. Azalea’s paws, drenched in a dark glow, fire a beam forward. A portal opens up, her way out…

Try as she might, the protagonist found her magic unavailable to return to her rightful story. Instead, she scratches her head, wondering what her next move should be.

Just as this mysterious voice had stated, the portal she made started to weaken. Growling at her continuing strength drain, she stops. Azalea sighs, scratching her head as she mumbled, “What should I do next?”

Azalea’s eyes widen. Without realizing it, she’d done just as the mysterious voice commanded her. Again, the cat sighed. It wouldn’t take a genius to realize what had become of her. For the time being, she’d get the Duck Amuck treatment.

She threw her paws on hips, staring at the writer, “Listen, sorry to be a bother but, I was kinda in the middle of something. So if you wouldn’t mind-”

The feline would find her unwanted complaints incomprehensible. Out of thin air, a pacifier with a thick bulb appeared. Before Azalea could hammer out another meaningless complaint, her snout is filled with the large and thick bulb of the pacifier. Briefly dazed, she smiles and happily sucks on it.

Before Azalea could finish her thought, a pacifier matching the description from the mysterious writer appears. It jams its way into her mouth, throwing the cat off balance temporarily. She regains her footing, staring at the pacifier wedged into her mouth. Staring at it for a bit, Azalea found herself purring as she suckled away.

Though immediately, blush visible across her face. Embarrassed, she latched onto the pacifier’s ring, tugging at it as hard as she could.   

Try as she might, Azalea wouldn’t be able to remove her new pacifier. Upon further inspection, she realized it’d been fitted with an enchanted lock that only a grown-up could remove.

Azalea’s ears perked up. Grumbling, she kicked the nonexistent floor.  Of course, she’d need a grownup to help her, what should an adult a kitten like her expect…

"I'm an adult,” she screamed behind her paci. Her eyes widened when she realized no words had escaped her mouth. She’d continue to rant about the absurdity of her situation, despite no one being able to hear her.

Cry and whine as might, Azalea would realize that until that pacifier was removed, none could hear her. With this knowledge, the kitten sits on her rear to ponder her next move.

Not that she was willing to argue against that, so she sat in silence for a bit. The cat was familiar with how this worked, having done one in the past. Fighting against the writer would be pointless. Until she could make her escape, there was no harm in playing along.

Since talking was out of the question, she flicked a small shadowy ball upwards. It soon exploded to unveil the words “You win, what’s next?” written in black fire. As it faded away, she lied on her back, waiting for her writer to continue.

With her newfound knowledge, the kitten decides to venture out to find a grownup. Perhaps a start would be the house of the middle of the forest. Maybe there would be a grownup willing to help. Or at the very least, someone could feed her.

At this moment, the white void around her turned into a luscious forest. Looking out into the distance, a log cabin sat at the top of a hill. Before she took a step towards it, she hugged her growling stomach. Even if the mystery writer didn’t write it, Azalea hadn’t eaten before walking into an entirely different trap.

“Hopefully, someone can remove my paci,” Azalea thought.
As our dumb kitten journeys to find an adult, she stops upon meeting somethings big and fluffy.

“Big and fluffy?” Azalea thought, puzzled with an eyebrow raised. Her question would be answered by a pair of arms lifting her up her pits. She’s turned around to meet an obese purple cat, along with an equally obese gray and white odd-looking cat.

“Karen, we found a cute kitten! Can we keep her?” The purple asked, jumping up and down with excitement. Karen, the obese odd-looking cat, stared at Azalea, pondering what to do with her. All the while, Azalea stared at them, flabbergasted. 

How did Depression Kitty and Karen get here? If the cat recalled, usually the Duck Amuck/Rabbit Rampage treatment required her to be alone, right? In that case, why were these two here?

While Azalea continues to ponder something completely meaningless and unimportant, Karen noticed something very important. Something so important that it changed EVERYTHING! Like WORLD SAVING everything important!

“Fluffy Bottoms..." Azalea rolled her eyes at the name.

“Next time I see Deborah, we’re gonna have a long chat about names,” Azalea thought.

“Fluffy Bottoms, she’s missing a diaper! We need to get her to Daddy right away before she has an accident!” Karen finished. Azalea, eyebrow raised again, lowers her head. Both Fluffy Bottoms and

Karen had a thick diaper taped around their rears. Which meant…

Realizing the situation she’s powerful in, Azalea simply surrenders to her fate. Fluffy Bottoms and Karen carried her, like a football, to their Daddy.

Normally, the cat would’ve broken out of her grip and went on her way. However, due to this writer’s mysterious power over her, Azalea allows herself to be carried away from the log cabin. Although, there was a bright side. Their Daddy might take out her pacifier.

The feline trio arrives at a brick house further away from the log cabin, much to Azalea’s chagrin. Inside, Azalea felt the temperature drop slightly. All around them were dolls wearing cute dresses and diapers with the same eerie smile. They reminded her of Deborah’s dolls.

Some of them certainly weren’t dolls.

They moved past them to the kitchen, their Daddy was sitting at a cauldron. Their Daddy, a grey, goofy-looking cat, with a blue gemstone on his forehead. He smiles warmly at them, continuing to stir the contents of the cauldron. 

“Greg?” Azalea thought. If memory served her correctly, Greg was the Alolan Persian whose wife was Karen, the Purugly who Deborah forced into diapers. 

“Daddy! We found this kitten lost and alone in the woods! Can we keep her?” Fluffy Bottoms and Karen asked. Greg stopped stirring the cauldron’s contents to get a better look at Azalea. Her ears droop, surprised by the towering height of Greg.

As Daddy surveys his potential new kitten, said kitten suckles her pacifier in comfort. Despite his goofy face, something about him made her unease. Whether it was the way he is looking at her, the dolls she saw earlier, or the fact she’s being stared at by a nine-foot-tall cat and his eight-feet tall ‘daughters’. 

However, her greatest fears had yet to be realized.

Azalea blushed, looking down at her legs.

“Uh-oh. Looks like a certain kitten is having an accident,” Greg noticed in a sing-song voice. Urine was traveling down the sides of her legs and dripping onto the floor. She cringed, but suppressed the urge to growl, from Greg pinching her cheek.

“See why you need to be in pamps, girls? Now hand me your new baby sister so I can take care of her,” Greg said. Squealing in delight, Greg’s ‘daughters’ jump for joy. Azalea’s ears droop. The trio of giant cats giggle and coo over increased sucking of her pacifier. What they thought a sign of happiness was quite the opposite.

“How did I get into this mess?” Azalea thought as she’s handed off to Greg. 

Our kitten is powerless as she’s handed off to her new Daddy. She wasn’t sure exactly what about him left her so powerless. Whether it was how she felt so secure and safe in his paws, that winning smile oozing confidence and strength, or his gentle kisses on the forehead to calm her. Curling up with a blushing face, Azalea purrs from his kisses.

Greg walks into a bathroom with a tub filled with warm water and fun-looking bubbles. She might’ve wondered why but didn’t ask. Not that she could anyway. Her new daddy places her on the floor, the kitten holding her tail timidly.

“Such a shy kitten, how cute. What’s your name, kitten?” Greg asked. Azalea stammers behind her pacifier but, couldn’t get out any words for obvious reasons. Inwardly, Azalea struggles to understand why she’s so shy. Normally, she’d just blast someone like Greg and runaway. Now she’s cowering as he pulls out her pacifier. Was this a result of the author?

“What’s your name, kitten?” Greg repeated.

“Azalea,” she answered. He kneels, kissing her on the brow. Greg then lifted her up and dropped her in the tub.

“Azalea? A cute name for an equally adorable kitten.” 

The kitten’s given her bath, smiling and giggling the entire time. When her new Daddy finished, he dried his kitten off, and it was straight to the nursery with them. Azalea, mouth agape, stares in awe of her room. 

Two cribs, more than large enough for Fluffy Bottoms and Karen to fit in properly, rest near a window. There are bright, colorful, toys scattered around the room and falling out of their toy chest. A small, relative to everyone Azalea’s seen today, purple and white cat in a diaper is pastured all over the room. Between the dresser and the closet, a fully stocked changing table awaits them. The shock Azalea was feeling came staring at the diapers. They were actual baby diapers, certainly not big enough to fit Fluffy Bottoms and Karen. As her new Daddy gently placed on the changing table, she wondered how these diapers would fit.

That’s why as Daddy slid a diaper underneath, she asked, “Is that gonna fit?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Greg answered. Azalea gasped, the moment her rear touched it, it grew in size to accommodate her. 

“These are special diapers your new Mommy made for her kittens,” he explained. Her ears perk up at the words ‘new Mommy’. If Fluffy Bottoms was here that had to mean Deborah was here too. The notion of that Dalmatian and this Alolan Persian being married brought a crooked smile to her face.

“I ship it,” Azalea shrugged. In that brief thought, everything made sense now. If she wasn’t experiencing the Duck Amuck/Rabbit Rampage treatment, then that meant she was in a…!

This realization, sudden as it, failed to yield a result. No matter how hard she tried, Azalea wouldn’t be able to remember it. So instead of worrying about that nonsense, she simply pouts like a pouty kitten. Like a pouty kitten because she just wanted to be in her new mommy’s loving paws.

Arms crossed, Azalea hmphs. Bad enough she wasn’t allowed to remember what she was in but, now she’s stuck waiting for Deborah. A gentle pat to the crotch draws her focus back to her present situation.

Greg, still smiling, had finished diapering her, now holding up a onesie. It was outrageously pink with a cute black kitten with red eyes smiling at her. He flipped it around, the words ‘Ultimate Devastation’ written on the bottom in green gassy letters.

“Making fun of my attacks? Low blow.” Azalea thought. Regardless, she raises her paws, the onesie growing in size to accommodate her. Once the crotch snaps were snapped on, Greg pinches Azalea’s cheek once more.

“Such a good kitten. Your big sisters are way too fussy when they get changes,” Greg snickered. Azalea rolled her eyes. As he lifted her into his paws, he turned to a mirror. There the tabby gasps.

A dumb kitten, mouth agape, in her father paws stares back at her. Overwhelmed by the feelings of how abusive her actual father was, Azalea's left in tears.

"Yeah, no. Ya know what, story over," Azalea announced. After a loud screech and burst of black flames, Greg is sent flying. Draping herself in the flames, her onesie and diaper were burned away. 
Then, with a wave of her paw, opens a portal home. She gives Greg a farewell salute and leaves.

The fantasy that played in her head came to a startling end. Back to reality, she stands in front of the mirror, wobbling on her paws due to her thick diaper. Greg, meanwhile, had wandered off somewhere. 

Azalea found herself back in the nursery, right where the mystery author claimed. Her legs, despite being strong to kick through steel, seemed to buckle and struggle to hold her.  

"Fuck me…" she mumbled. Knowing her effort to escape would amount to nothing, she lets out a defeated sigh. Until a time presented itself, she was stuck. Though the only saving grace so far was...

A pair of footsteps break her concentration. Deborah, a ten-foot MILF of a Dalmatian, nearly passed her. The moment Deborah lays eyes on their new kitten, she squeals in delight. She'd never seen such a cute and tiny kitten before.

“OH COME ON!” Azalea cried! In the doorway was Deborah, excitement practically oozing from her. Before she knew it, she’s sandwiched between Deborah’s bosom. The Dalmatian showers her with kisses, much to the cat’s annoyance.

“Where did you come from?” Deborah asked. She held Azalea outward then nuzzled against her face, tail wagging.

“Fluffy Bottoms and Karen found her. Cute isn't she?” Greg chimed. Deborah nodded, holding Azalea up high. She narrowed her eyes at the Dalmatian, annoyed.

"What's your name?" Deborah asked.

"Azalea," she answered. Deborah tilted her head, looking deep in thought. An idea sparked in her mind. A spark Azalea wasn't sure if she liked or not. Probably the ladder of the two.

“Your outfit isn't cute enough! A cute kitten needs an even cuter outfit!" Deborah declared. Azalea's ears clamped at the sound of that.

Yup, she definitely didn't like this decision.

Soon Greg had thrown out a red carpet, acting as a model runaway. A set of curtains covered the closet, Azalea and Deborah on the other side. Meanwhile, Greg, Fluffy Bottoms, and Karen sat at the other end awaiting to see their new daughter/sister's outfits.

From behind the curtains, Deborah smiled at her blushing new kitten. Azalea grabbed the fabric of her outfit. She cringed when she glanced at a mirror.

“Is this how actual babies feel?” Azalea wondered. After this, she'd have to volunteer at a maternity ward or something. That was if she ever got out of this. 
Deborah gave her a fast peck on the cheek before peeking her head out the curtain. 

“For our enjoyment tonight, our newest kitten will be trying three new outfits! Our lovely judges will decide which is the cuter of the three! Now let's get going, Azalea!” Deborah announced. She opened the curtain, shoeing Azalea onto the rug.

Azalea, face turned crimson from blushing, just stared at her onlookers. Stepping back, she halted by Deborah. Looking up, the Dalmatian kept her loving smile. Honestly, it was reassuring in a way.

So reassuring in fact that Azalea strutted out onto the rug. Awkwardly swaying her hips, she got a few chuckles from her audience.

She didn't even try to resist. Regaining her usual bout of confidence, she walked down the red rug with flare. 

“Our cute kitten is wearing a stylish handmade strawberry hat and dress combo. Her outfit may be sweet but our new kitten is even sweeter!” Deborah announced. Azalea's only regret was that the dress wasn't longer. As it was, only the upper waistband of her diaper was covered. Not that her audience minded.

Greg cheered her on, whistling to emphasize how adorable she was. Karen and Fluffy Bottoms jokingly scoff at her outfit. They were declaring they'd wear it better. There were a few chuckles after Azalea stuck out her tongue.

“Jealous I make this look good,” she thought. Turning her back towards, she struts back to the curtain. Deborah closed the curtain after Azalea, the next outfit already in paw. The mere sight of it made her ears flatten.

Her friend, Margaret, would kill her or anyone wearing this. 

In the span of a few minutes, her outfit had been switched. Deborah gestured Azalea back onto the rug, poking her own head, "It’s July and you know what means? That's right, swimsuit season! Our lovely new kitten is rocking an adorable turquoise hat and bloomers with matching polka-dots hats. Plus an adorable blue top!" Deborah announced. 

Azalea timidly walked down the rug. Something Deborah didn't mention was the bucket of sand and shovel she'd forced into Azalea's paws. This scenario felt familiar but she couldn't pinpoint where this happened.

Greg kept his smile, except both felt a bit ridiculous with her in that outfit. Maybe the last one would be a bit better, both hoped. On the other paw…

Karen and Fluffy Bottoms shared glances.

“Awe look at how cute our baby sister is. Bet she'll have fun in the kiddie pool,” Fluffy Bottoms whispered.

“I know, right. Surprised mommy didn't add water wings to her outfit,” Karen added.

“True that. She’ll be so jealous when we’re wearing actual swimsuits while she’s stuck looking like a toddler.” Fluffy Bottoms added too. Part of her wanted to call bullshit. Outfit aside, they were wearing diapers too.  

They made other remarks, low enough that Greg didn't notice yet, loud enough for Azalea to hear. Her ears flatten and she considers her next actions. On one paw, she could casually in her words 'fuck their shit up'. But the mystery author would just overwrite actions and she’d be right back where she started.

Which meant something a tad… out of character for her. 

Tears swelled up in her eyes, pathetic whimpers escaping her muzzle. Azalea tripped over her tail, tossing the bucket overhead. Deborah and Greg gasped, all eyes focused on the bucket. Something not seen by their eyes was a small black bubble. Once the bucket was close enough, it popped and sent the bucket downward. It landed squarely on Azalea’s head, the feline bursting into tears. Deborah and Greg rushed to her side, removing the bucket and brushing as much sand as they could.

“Poor thing. Are you alright?” Greg asked. Azalea, who was in Deborah’s paws, threw herself into the Dalmatian’s chest. 

“The...they ma..mad...made fu...fun of mu...me. And I-I-I fell down!” Azalea cried. Deborah and Greg glared at their older children. Fluffy Bottoms and Karen just stare at the smaller cat, mouths agape.

"She's fibbing!"

"Yup, totally lying. We didn't-" 

"Miss Kitty Fluffy Bottoms! Karen Bunyatto!" Greg snapped. 

"Karen’s last name is Bunyatto?!" Azala thought. Meanwhile, Fluffy Bottoms and Karen stop talking. They timidly stare at the floor, ears clamp. It was rare for their Daddy to yell at them. Without hesitation, Greg pointed at the door.

"Punishment room, now!" Greg ordered. Fluffy Bottoms and Karen look at each other solemnly. Neither argued, they just got up and followed Greg to the punishment room. This left just Azalea and Deborah. The former of the two had spent this time sobbing.

Deborah stared at the ceiling then chuckled. She decided, "Let's get you cleaned up."

"Never fuck with Azalea Gato," she thought, smirking. Nothing could possibly go-

While our kitten protagonist gloats over her small victory, she doesn't realize what's to come. If she knew the consequences of her actions, she should've just continued with the fashion show. Poor kitten.
In the bathroom, Deborah washed away any remaining sand. She then sat on the toilet seat, Azalea sitting over her knee. Deborah smiled at the feline, Azalea smiled back awkwardly.

"What happened in the other room?" Deborah asked. Azalea cocked up an eyebrow.

"They made fun of me and I fell… Mommy," Azalea answered. She looked away, blushing once more. If the real Deborah heard her call her 'Mommy', she'd never hear the end of it.
This Deborah nodded. That was exactly what happened. Everyone saw that. Except well…

"I know. It's just, the way the bucket fell felt… wrong didn't it?" Deborah asked. Azalea exhaled a bit, shaking her head. 

"I dunno, maybe." Azalea answered. Again, Deborah nodded. A paw fell on Azalea's back. She's gently pushed over Deborah's lap. Deborah leans into the cat's right ear.

"Well, I think a certain kitten fell on her own. I think that same kitten knows magic. I'll even bet she used her magic to make the bucket land on her head. Just to get her mean sisters in trouble," Deborah proposed. Azalea didn't respond. Only staring at her with an almost unreadable face. That face broke when Deborah held Azalea in place with a paw.

"Is my hunch correct?" Deborah asked. Azalea looked behind her, catching the sight of Deborah's other paw aimed directly at her behind. Eyes shift between the paw prepared to strike and Deborah. In her eyes was a look saying 'confess and I'll go easy on you'.

"Yes-OW!" Azalea screeched. The moment she confessed, a swift paw smacked her rear. It didn't really hurt, it just caught her off guard.

"Since you were honest, only ten spankings plus your actual punishment. Is that fine with you?"

"Yes… Mommy." Azalea agreed. 

SMACK!

The second hit was hard enough to make her bite her lip.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

The fifth hit brought her to the verge of tears. At this point, Azalea realized Deborah was using her own magic to make each hit harder than the last.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

The eighth hit left her in tears. Squirming beneath Deborah's grip, she begged her to stop. Any glances at the Dalmatian were met with uncharacteristically uncaring eyes. In her eyes, Azalea misbehaved and was being punished. Nothing more, nothing less.

SMACK!

SMACK!

By the end of it, she's just a sobbing mess with a painfully throbbing rear. Deborah lifted her up, resting Azalea against her chest. She lovingly rubbed Azalea's back, humming softly to soothe her kitten.

Eventually, Azalea settled down. They then locked eyes, Deborah's showing a deeper pain than Azalea had expected.

"I don't want to do that again. Do I make myself clear?" Deborah asked. Azalea, still sniffling, only nods as she buried her face in Deborah's chest. At least the worst was over, right?
Once Azalea had calmed down, Deborah stood her up. She pulled Azalea's bloomers down to her ankles. When Azalea tried to step out of them, Deborah shook her head.

"Sorry kitten. You still need to be punished," Deborah said. Still sniffling, Azalea tilted her head. Was Deborah going to spank her again?

Nope. Two paw digits tap the tapes of Azalea's diaper. A pair of locks appeared on the tapes, followed by a loud 'chunk' sound. Accompanying it was the time 24:00 and it was counting down. While Azalea was baffled, Deborah lifted up her bloomers and did the same to the outfit itself.

"Your punishment is being locked into that diaper and outfit for twenty-four hours. Fair?" Deborah asked. Defeated once more, Azalea just nods. 

Completely outwitted and outmatched by her Dalmatian Mommy, our kitten protag accepts her defeat! Not that she had a choice anyway. Fortunately, dinner time was getting closer. Except before that, there was one thing she had to do: apologize!

Greg, Fluffy Bottoms, and Karen arrived in the kitchen, watching Deborah bounce Azalea on her thigh. Azalea winced from each bounce much to Karen and Fluffy Bottoms’s enjoyment. This was their only consolidation as they groan from stomach cramps.

“Girls.” Greg called. Fluffy Bottoms and Karen avert their eyes from Azalea.

“We’re sorry we made fun of you.” They apologized. Azalea shuddered from a gaze by Deborah.

“Apologize accepted. I apologize for getting you in trouble.” Azalea apologized. Neither Karen nor Fluffy Bottoms got a chance to respond. Four plates of shrimp gumbo were quickly set out for them. Yet, even as Deborah’s plate was set before them, she tugged at her shirt. The small cat blinked at Deborah’s exposed breast in her face.

“I think you’re a bit too little for normal food. So drink up.”

Azalea’s face is shoved into Deborah’s bosom. She tries to push away but Deborah’s grip was stronger than she realized. Didn’t help that Deborah was twice her height anyway…

Unable to fight off her new Mommy’s strength, it’s booby milk for Azalea. Not that she would complain about it. 

Azalea’s eyes widen. After swallowing a bit of her milk, her eyes sparkled. Taken off guard by such delectable taste, she continued to suckle away.  With each suckle, she felt a growing hazy feeling. As if she was slipping into a drunken stupor. 

“Good girl. Drink to your heart’s content,” Deborah whispered. Not that she needed to be told twice. By the time everyone had finished their dinner, Azalea was still drinking. Her nonstop purring left a big smile on Deborah’s face. Even so, she pulled her tit away from Azalea. Tossing the feline over her shoulder, her back’s patted by Deborah.

“But I’m still- BURP!” Azalea covered her mouth. She let out a sheepish giggle. 

“Excuse you,” Greg said. Deborah stepped out of her chair, moving Azalea to her hip.

“Say 'night night' Azalea,” Deborah ordered. Azalea shot her a look.

“But I'm not sleepy,” Azalea whined. Deborah and Greg shared a passing glance. The Dalmatian booped her kitten’s nose.

"Little kittens need lots of sleep after a meal. No buts young lady," Deborah spoke with absolute. So much so that the feline in her paws shrank.

Completely unable to fight her new Mommy’s stellar argument, our kitten just nods. She waves night-night to her new family. Though her Mommy wasn’t satisfied with that. One-by-one, she makes Azalea give her new father and sisters each a goodnight kiss.

“Night sweetie,” Greg said.

“Night furball,” Fluffy Bottoms mumbled. 

“See ya in the morning, bluey,” Karen whispered. 

Without any more fuss, our kitten’s new Mommy carries her away for beddy-time. With each step, Azalea felt herself getting drowsier and drowsier. Eventually, it was becoming impossible to keep her eyes open.

If she was in her right state of mind, she’d curse this author. Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. Azalea immediately noticed they walked past the nursery. Something she would’ve openly asked but, her tongue felt too heavy to speak.

Deborah stopped before a room, creaking it open slowly as to not disturb her kitten. It was the bedroom that she and Greg shared. Not that what her focus. Instead, Deborah’s eyes fell on a cradle at the far end of their bed. 

Resting in the cradle was a plush panther with an eyepatch and a two-winged sphinx in golden armor. Azalea’s swiftly tucked in, holding both plushies tightly.

“Night kitten,” Deborah said after a peck to the forehead. Shortly after, Azalea instantly fell asleep. Before leaving the room, Deborah makes a final remark, “We’ll play more tomorrow.”

[dmavn]

Really liking the way you wrote this. I‘m thinking a certain someone would love to switch places with the writer about now..

Can‘t wait to read more.

[runtashea]

On 8/10/2020 at 5:53 PM, dmavn said:

Really liking the way you wrote this. I‘m thinking a certain someone would love to switch places with the writer about now..

Can‘t wait to read more.

I appreciate the kind words.