I, Effing Feline, want to talk about tails.
Since few cats are smart enough to write a weekly column — okay, yes, you’re right; no other cats is that smart — you may have trouble communicating with your puss. Here’s a hint: listen to the tail.
For a few weeks I’ll be selecting snippets from The Midas Rush by my pet human, Ed Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine. It’s science fiction with romantic elements. Here’s the opening, edited from the published version to fit.
“More wine?” asked Tresky Buffrum.
The most beautiful woman he’d ever met didn’t answer. She glanced at the cork-sheathed wine bottle sitting on the table between them. Then she stared across the hotel room at the carved, greywood bed big enough for four people—six if they were related.
“Have more wine yourself,” she said.
As she refilled his cup, her long, black hair swayed, framing cheeks glowing like sunshine on fresh snow dusting a field of pinkbuds. Her bosom, rising gently with each breath, was intoxicating and delicate, unlike the mountains of flesh drooping to Gasparre women’s waists, or below. When she smiled, it was like the first gush of daylight after a long night watching a flock.
“Drink up,” she said.
“You are so beautiful — more beautiful even than my prize-winning ewe.”
Effing Feline back again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Tresky is thinking naughty thoughts … but Mr V would never write anything naughty. 😉
And now for a pop quiz. Look at (and admire!) my tail at left. What is it saying?
All Tresky Buffrum wants is a taste of adventure and freedom before resigning himself to the simple life of a shepherd. What he gets instead is a mysterious wife (determined to remain chaste) who leads him to the Midas Crater, where some of the planet’s intelligent natives have been inexplicably transformed into gold. Can Tresky defeat the interplanetary conspirators—including his beloved wife—who seek to destroy the Midas Crater before its mysteries liberate humankind?
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