Tonight in the tub I noticed that The Rooster couldn't keep her hand off of her junior lady parts.
She seemed to be gripping the whole package.
"Roo," I said. "What's going on with your vagina?"
[A raging, western wildfire of a devious smile spread across her face.]
"I'm just holding it," she said with a grin.
"BECAUSE... it's a..."
"It's a what, Roo?"
"It's a PUSSYCAT!"
So it is. Oh, The Joys.