The Vikings knew what’s up
Expanding on that, from the cited source:
The Vikings kept cats for their valuable skills as mousers as well as keeping cats for pets. Kittens were sometimes given to new brides as an essential part of setting up a new household. It is especially appropriate that brides should receive cats, since cats were associated with Freyja, the goddess of love. The Vikings believed that Freyja rode a cart drawn by a team of cats. It might seem absurd to imagine a cart drawn by cats, until one realizes that Viking cats were not your standard Felis domesticus — they were the Skogkatt (Norwegian, meaning literally “Forest Cat”), a wild breed native to the North. In Denmark, these cats are called Huldrekat (huldre are female forest spirits, literally, “the hidden folk”). The Skogkatt is a large breed, known for their strong bones and muscular forms.
I love the image of a chariot pulled by cats.
"Sara, get over here. What are you doing?" Tegan whines as she watches her sister start digging around in her suitcase for god knows what.
"Hold on." Sara replies, pulling what she found out. Its their video camera. "Lets film this one. Are you ready?"
Tegan groans but there’s a smile on her face. “Yeah I’m ready.”
Sara turns the camera on, sets it up so she can see what the lens is capturing. The first thing she sees is Tegan checking out her ass. “Hey!” Sara screeches, spinning around.
Tegan laughs like a roll of thunder. “What?”
Sara moves to turn the camera off but Tegan is too quick. She pushes the guitar to the side and takes Sara’s face in her hands, kisses her full on the mouth, right in front of the camera.
Tegan moves her tongue fiercely, daring Sara to try to pull away. Once she’s sure Sara isn’t going to squirm, she lets her hands race down her sister’s body, pulling her shirt all sorts of directions. Sara moans deeply when Tegan moves her hands around her body to cup her ass. She pulls Sara up against herself and their lips part. Tegan’s lips trail down her sister’s neck and Sara’s part for breath. Tegan smiles against Sara’s collarbone as she listens to her sister pant. Sara’s hands are griping Tegan’s shoulders for support, as she is standing on her toes and her body feels tight with arousal. “Tegan.” Sara moans, digging her nails into her sister’s shoulders.
Tegan laughs again, that same mischievous roll of thunder, and sets her sister back on the ground. Her lips are back on Sara’s in an instant and her hands pulling at the hem of Sara’s shirt. They part to remove the article of clothing and then are back kissing as Tegan works to unclasp her bra. When her boobs are free, Tegan pinches them once to tease and then moves down her stomach to play with the waist of her Jeans.
Sara makes a sound of annoyance and suddenly pushes Tegan back. “Lay down.” She orders.
Tegan smiles wickedly and pulls off her own shirt slowly. Then she yanks off her own jeans and gets down on the floor, clad in only underwear and socks.
Once Tegan lays down on the floor, Sara removes her jeans and then gets down to lay over her. She kisses her once, slowly and sweetly, like a promise made. When she pulls away, their eyes lock and they both know what she’s saying. i love you. with my whole heart and soul. and now i’m going to take you my way.