Summary
It wasn't heat - she was sure of that. No, this was much more worse than heat had ever been. Heat had a reason, a why, a scapegoat to blame it all on. Feline DNA was a real bitch all right and she knew that her heats were caused by little miss kitty wanting to come out and play. But this? Was it the cat in her recognizing the cat in him? Or was it more than that?