<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23732431</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:47:10.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissifurs Kat Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kissifur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/kissifur_kitten/avatar43712_18.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23732431.post-114223801893270099</id><published>2006-03-13T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:50:44.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;draft &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kat woke, she accepted that all Matthew had ever been was a dream, that and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of it was real, did they even really have a friendship? Had he even spoken to her when not to just answer a question? Did she even know who he was, really?  He didn't care for her, he didn't care that she existed.  They'd only known eachother a short time.  Yet she had tortured herself over him as if he had been in her life for years. This was ridiculous; she was living in a dreamworld.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat made a decision, she'd either have to change ward, leave the hospital altogether or something that would enable her to walk out of his life completely and she'd have to stay away.  Then if he wanted her in his life on any level then he'd come after her or contact her, if not then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23732431-114223801893270099?l=kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/114223801893270099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23732431&amp;postID=114223801893270099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114223801893270099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114223801893270099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/2006/03/final-day.html' title='Final Day'/><author><name>Kissifur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/kissifur_kitten/avatar43712_18.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23732431.post-114219953423609945</id><published>2006-03-12T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:25:48.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 to Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;DRAFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infill with more dreams &amp; more dialogue between Kat &amp; Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23732431-114219953423609945?l=kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/114219953423609945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23732431&amp;postID=114219953423609945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114219953423609945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114219953423609945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-4-to-day-15.html' title='Day 4 to Day 15'/><author><name>Kissifur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/kissifur_kitten/avatar43712_18.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23732431.post-114218248324584311</id><published>2006-03-12T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:27:53.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>As Kat dreamed away the night, her thoughts turned back to Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden noise outside disturbed her, dammit the hottub had started - how had that happened? Kids again? Kat rushed out in her sexy pink silk night-gown, hair in bunches, she didn't care, she wanted to catch who was in her hot-tub! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she approached she could see a man with dark hair sat in the tub with a champagne flute in his hand, with an ever growing smile.  "Matthew??? What the hell are you doing?" Matthew smiled from ear to ear - how could this girl look any cuter? And her flushed cheeks and angry face put the cherry on top for him, he could mentally play with her easily,he could change her mood in a second he mused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew looked seductively at Kat, his eyes melted her in a heartbeat. So dark, mysterious, what was behind them? How could he scare her so completely yet fill her heart with magic all at the same time? How could her heart be melting when two hours ago she couldnt' bare to be near him? Where had all the pain gone that had made her cry herself to sleep? What was he thinking and feeling? Who was Matthew Kipp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come in the waters beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitantly, Kat got into the hot-tub; still dressed in her silk nighty and g-string covering her modesty to some degree.  He may have been naked but she sure wasn't confident enough for that just yet.  As she sat by him he poured her a glass and handed it to her.  He pulled himself closer and gently kissed her cheek.  As Matthew pulled himself around so he was facing her, closing the space between them he kissed her lips softly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the kiss got deeper, Matthew slid Kats straps down and pulled away her nighshirt, and pushed his body close against hers. His hands wandered over her body, ... tbc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23732431-114218248324584311?l=kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/114218248324584311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23732431&amp;postID=114218248324584311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114218248324584311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114218248324584311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Kissifur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/kissifur_kitten/avatar43712_18.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23732431.post-114217422789732685</id><published>2006-03-12T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T07:08:31.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - the real world</title><content type='html'>Kat arrived at work feeling completey confused.  The dream had filled her heart with joy, yet the implications of how hard and fast she was falling for this guy, and the fact that he would be as good for her as Meningitis, threw dread into the mix.  Maybe starting at this hospital was a big mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat managed to convice herself that she was over-reacting. Its not as if she would see Matthew every day, it just depended on whether he had patients on the ward.  Hell, if god was smiling on her, it could be a while before she saw him again and by then things wouldnt' feel so intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she handed out breakfasts to the patients with Emma, the two chatted about Emma's nighclub antics from the weekend.  Emma had also been out partying the night before she told Kat. A doctor from another ward had been having farewell drinks at a local bar and quite a few collegues had gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors entered the ward just after 9:00 am, unfortunately, God was not smiling on Kat that day as Matthew was there.  Sister, as yesterday was by his side within seconds of him entering the ward, which is where she stayed for the duration, batting her eyelids and behaving like a young girl. Matthew smiled over at Kat and said Hi, to which she blushed and nodded and buried her head in the bedding closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Kat entered the ward office for her break and a few other nurses were chatting in there.  It was obviously some jucy gossip they were discussing as they were huddled up and giggling.  Kat tried not to disturb them as she made herself a drink, but unintentionally, got the jist of the story.  "so they were huddled up giggling all night, gosh, they are always behaving like children" said one "major flirting going on and they left together" and "always following eachother like lost puppies".  As bile started to fill Kats stomach, the clencher came with "yeah Sister definatley is heading for an examination from Dr Kipp" as they errupded in laughter.  Kat commenced to read upside down that weeks issue of Heat magazine for the next ten minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kat returned from her break, crestfallen, Sister called her over and Kat faked the biggest smile she could muster up, as she was told she was to go into a meeting with Sister and Dr Kipp for the rest of the day as part of her training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten minutes hiding in the loo's collecting her thoughts Kat knew that she would have to bury her feelings and quick.  She hadn't been wronged by anyone and any negative reation from her would be completely out of order, no matter how tortured she felt. Any tears or hurt must stay within that little cubicle and that would have to be her little escape haven should she feel the need to release her emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Jersey right at that moment seemed like Heaven.  Why oh Why had she left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23732431-114217422789732685?l=kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/114217422789732685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23732431&amp;postID=114217422789732685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114217422789732685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114217422789732685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-2-real-world.html' title='Day 2 - the real world'/><author><name>Kissifur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/kissifur_kitten/avatar43712_18.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23732431.post-114197855421388231</id><published>2006-03-10T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T05:55:58.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>draft&lt;br /&gt;Kat brushed her long Blonde hair over and over for over an hour pondering on the previous days events; why had that last moment played on her mind so much, so what if they were laughing at her, surely her new job was more important than that one moment, only to her it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reese Witherspoon lookalike felt even more apprehension than the previous day as she entered the hospital, not knowing what to expect.  This was not like Kat at all, she was usually so confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she entered the hospital lift, she flicked through a magazine. As she lift started to climb she looked up and noticed someone else in there with her.  Her heart pounded, it was Matthew Kipp!! He was looking right at her, scanning her up and down then stopping for an much elongated pause on her chest.  Matthew then looked up and their eyes locked, he looked deep into her, in a way that told her that something amazing was about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew pressed his outstretched firm masculine hand over all the lift buttons, forcing the lift to stop.  He then moved towards her,brushed a few strands of her hair away from her face, and gently pressed his lips against hers, softly sucking on her bottom lip, then alternating with the top; then the kiss got a little deeper.  Matthew pulled Kat really close; she could feel his heart beating against hers. He stroked the small of her back and seductively ran his fingers up and down her spine sending fresh shockwaves through her body, things began to get blurry and sweaty as Kat felt Matthew harden against her, he wanted, no needed more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kat started to undo Matthews belt, an alarm started to go off, so so loud.  Beep Beep, Beep Beep- Kat sat up bolt upright, the room was pitch black; 5:00 am flashed in green in front of her.  F*ck it was not real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23732431-114197855421388231?l=kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/114197855421388231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23732431&amp;postID=114197855421388231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114197855421388231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114197855421388231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Kissifur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/kissifur_kitten/avatar43712_18.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23732431.post-114190721990983095</id><published>2006-03-09T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:23:16.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>-draft -&lt;br /&gt;It was Kat Greens first day at St Augustines General Hospital.  Kat had recently moved to Manchester from New Jersey and was finding adjusting to British life a challenge, her accent made her stick out like a sore thumb, which she hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat had been told to report to the Neurological Ward and ask for Zora Cortex, Ward Sister at 7:30am sharp, 8 March 2006.  Kat had barely slept the night before and felt sick with nerves as she approached the hospital. She had not dared eat anything and was up on pins at 5:00 am that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ward was extremely quiet as Kat crept along trying not to wake the patients, scanning the place trying to take everything in.  A tall, elegant, dark haired lady approached her with a smile, "you must be Kat Green?" she said, Kat nodded and the lady introduced herself as Zora Cortex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zora showed Kat around the ward and introduced her to the other Nurses and told her that the Doctors would be doing their rounds at 9:00 am, and she would introduce her to them then.  Zora seemed really nice and Kat felt her nerves diminish as they chatted and told eachother about themselves.  Kat was appreciative that Zora was being so friendly and was starting to feel like a friend to her as well as a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kat, meet Emma Hallis, she will be showing you the ropes today", with that, Zora left to tend to a patient.  Emma smiled and told Kat not to look so scared, and started explaining their first task of the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning seemed to be flying by and it wasn't long before it was 9:00 am, and the Doctors were due to enter the ward.  Kat was excited about meeting the Doctors and was keen to make a good impression.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kat finished changing the sheets of old Mr Fazackerley's bed, she looked up and her heart started to race, her cheeks flushed and she was gasping for her breath. A tall, dark, extremely handsome gentleman was strolling down the ward. "Dr Kipp" Zora exclaimed with a joyous smile, as she made a beeline for him.  Kat just stared trying to catch her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fazackerly broke her dream "Nurse you are spilling my tea all over my sheets" he snapped angrily.  Kat embarrased re-changed the sheets and apologised profusely to Mr Fazackerley.  His mood lightened and started to chat with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat suddenly heard laughing coming from down the ward, as she looked up she watched as Zora whispered in the dishy doctors ear, they looked at her and laughed. Kats heart sank.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23732431-114190721990983095?l=kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/114190721990983095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23732431&amp;postID=114190721990983095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114190721990983095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23732431/posts/default/114190721990983095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissifurs-kat-tales.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Kissifur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/kissifur_kitten/avatar43712_18.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
