When the two went upstairs, Mary turned his eye to the female calico that was now eyeing him with interest. He walked over to her, sniffed her parts...wow, this was some quality cat, completely clean. She lifted her tail and Mary let his animal instincts run wild, resulting in spooging like a man for the first time. Somehow he felt that this was a completely new sensation to him, but his hormones had largely adapted to being a male which made having these things seem not even half as odd. Satisfied, Mary plumped down next to the female cat and cuddled for a bit before falling asleep, the two cats together looking like one big ball of fur. The next morning Mary awoke very satisfied, Jenny having already left and taken her cat with her. He got up and dribbled over to the living room, where Donald was having his morning coffee very satisfied as well. And all seemed good...but it was about to get better.
A while later, on a pretty uneventful day, the phone rang and Donald picked up the phone. "Oh hey Jenny, yeah I'm fine, how did you like our recent...what? Your cat's pregnant? You think it was ours? No, he's not neutered..." Mary overheard the conversation, and she started feeling even better than before.