(Tidbit- Zithea is a cat-daemon and has ears and a tail. She also worships a deity known only as the "Night Goddess"))

 Zithea had been growing more agitated as time went by. Her baby daddy had been a complete asshole after they had been married and that was 2 and a half years ago. Now she had a daughter that she kinda hoped was by him. A small smile flashed across her Spanish features at a memory she had almost forgot almost a little over two years ago she had been stripping in a club in Florida known as "Pleasure Paradise" when a group of young sailors came. One she could patictularyly remember was what she thought was an African American woman who went by the name of J. They had both had some drinks, Zithea danced for "her" and well one thing led to another and they had sex. A one night stand that proved J was unique.. She swore that J had a dick but then again who knew?

The sound of her two year old daughter crying brought her back to reality. She quickly stood up, stretching her long legs then headed toward Sasha's room. There in her playpin was lil' Sasha. A carmel colored baby with big brown eyes and a head full of hair blacker than the night. She thanked the Night Goddess every day for the bundle of joy she had given her.

"Mommy!" Sasha screamed as she sat crying. Zithea leaned over and scooped her up and began to rock her. Brushing a stray lock of hair from her small face.

"What is it baby?" She cooed softly and nuzzled Sasha black cat ears. They reminded Zithea of a panther's ears but Zithea's own were pointed and a sandy color. (Think of a lynx without the tuff)

Sasha buried her head against her mother's breast and cried softly. Zithea guessed she had had a bad dream again. She swore that girl had more nightmares than anyone she knew. Her father, Joel was no help at all.

The front door opened. Speaking of the devil...

She quickly went to the hallway and almost fainted from the view infront of her. Joel was dressed as a woman with a woman by his side! What the deuce?

Joel had once been a rather skinny yet slightly muscled 5'11 foot man. He had been a lil' fruity in Zithea's opinion but she thought he had had a good heart. She found that to be wrong. Now he stood before her in a form fitting red dress , had boobs bigger than hers and she had 32 D. He wore a long blonde wig, had his eyebrows tweeze and looked as if he had been waxed. This felt like some weird shit from Scary Movie . The woman was some little...trick that Zithea had seen around before. Before anyone could open their mouth Zithea's phone rang. Caller I.D said "X". The name alone made most quiver in either fear or deep respect or a mix of both.

"Hola." Zithea answered.

"Where the hell are you, Zeta?" X asked with a slight Irish twang.

"At home with a cross dresser and his ho infront of me..."

"You are still with..never mind that will be discussed at a later time. Mad Cat Says you were suppose to meet her somewhere and wanted me to see if I could get a hold of you."

"Alright. I'll call her and be at the park as soon as I can get Dumb and Dumber out of my house."

"Fine. " X hung up.