Sexy legs can be hot, whether displayed below a fuzzy coat or atop a smorgasbord’s pot.

Sexy legs come with kicks, whether fastened with laces or presenting pawkiness for a laughing fix.

Sexy legs are the tail to torso’s nucleus just as shiny tiara is the antitail to center’s coma.

Sexy legs bimble to places of note, whether to confabulate with friendly faces or hose rails of traveler’s boat. ; )

‘Meow, you listen to me, Freckles. We have always had a synallagmatic agreement: I let you hold me and you never date a filthy dog owner. So, who are those two walking up the driveway? I will not have this house contaminated!’

“Oh, calm down, Patches. We are just heading down to the vote-a-rama in order to garner support for the ASPCA’s funding proposition. And, no, this is not a situation of cruelty purposefully directed at you, but, rather, a cromulent cause deserving of your support.”

‘I cannot assure the prevention of cruelty to you if that dog sets even one paw past the welcome mat.’

“I hear you. And, if I do allow the young man and his pup to enter this abode, I will not require you to remain here in their sullied presence.”

‘I will come with you in the kitty carrier as long as you do not let that monster in my house.’

“Why thank you, control-freak-albeit-still-pretty-flexible-and-open-minded-when-choosing-the-lesser-of-two-evils kitty.” ; )