Jack of Harts

I’ve met a few Neko over the years. Not many came up to my neck of the woods for vacations though. I think they like water almost as much as real cats, so they didn’t come up North to enjoy my favorite past times. But I did take field trips in school, and so I got to see Los Angeles and all the crazy people there. It was something else to see a pack of Neko go by. I’d seen them on screen, you understand, but I don’t think I fully realized just how real they were until I saw them in the flesh. Fur? Whatever. I’d never been into furries before, but I have to admit that my teenage hormones kicked in rather well at the sight of a few of them. Especially the ones with functional tails. They gave me a few sleepless nights, let me tell you.