After a morning of prepping, and showing boys how to properly prep, the barbeque was all but ready and the only thing it needed now were more guests. Morela sat serenly at one of the tables where her appetizers of grilled cherry tomatoes stuffed with feta cheese, cilantro and spinach lay beautifully amungst the other appetizers for the party. Morela munched away on her own work, careful not to get any on her lovely new tank or skirt (which hung comfortably and low around her hips, the way she and Josh both liked it) she had treated herself to just for the barbeque. It had only been two days since her last transformation but it had been a fairly normal one and Morela found herself recovering as nicely as one could her last transformation, all be it she still remained a little tired during the days. She was enjoying her third beer, ofcourse keeping up with Joshua because thats simply what she did, and positively soaking up the warm summer sun above when Joshua spoke up about the newest edition to Morela's life.

"So, you gonna carry the flea bag about with you, then?"

Morela half slammed, half placed, her beer down on the surface of the table for a bit of dramatic flare as she stared at Leath for a moment as if to say "Can you believe him?" with those playful green eyes of hers. With a sweep of her arms Morela had scooped her kitten up and was holing the small black and fuzzy bundle of joy against her bosom before Josh could get another comment out.

"Ofcourse I am! Choo don't understand, she's jus' a baby and needs 'er Mommy. I can' very well let her run around t'eh yard now can I? Look at her Joshua, she coo'd get lost!"

Morela held her kitten, which she had lovingly dubbed Grizzabella, up to Josh's face and imitated the same big, kitten eyes the animal was giving him.

"See how vulnerable?"

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been