As before, I seek to explore the boundaries of this “caturday” phenomenon, and this time we turn to the rich and evocative world of fungi.

Can your mere cat do this?

No. It is a failure then. I wash my hands of their dry furriness and plunge them into the feculent, fecund ooze of the ripening fungus. It is erotic: smooth, moist, slippery with rising phallic stalks and soft plump mounds. No cat can compare.

No one would ever look at a pussy and think of sex.