I, Effing Feline, sniffed the stench of skepticism and, worse, condescension about my post last week, explaining the feline origins of Star Wars. Woe unto ye of little faith — more proof follows this advertisement for my human pet’s WIP, tentatively titled Secrets of Love and War.
Cynthia O’Connor is accompanying a youthful alien clan sister, Kaushelle, to Peace to All Species Park when war with Earth breaks out. Cynthia struggles through a crowd to drag Kaushelle to the safety — and almost makes it.
As Cynthia and Kaushelle approached the safety of the tunnel that led out of the park’s ravine, something huge screeched out of the sky onto the path ahead of them. The tail assembly of a shattered Terran bomber?
The ground shook.
And Elder’s Parang, the park’s largest, most prized tree, planted at the park’s founding nearly four thousand years ago, splintered into the air as though it were no heavier than a wisp-hair seed. Its intricate leaves, proven to quell even the worst fevers, shriveled into foul-smelling flame.
A wave of dirt, debris, and body parts raced across the ground toward Cynthia like an avalanche of war. She tried to grab her clan-sister in a protective bear hug so they would at least meet their deaths together — but fate laughed at her puny efforts. When the wave hit, Kaushelle’s hand tore from her grasp.
Effing Feline here again, with utterly incontrovertible proof that Star Wars originated as a mighty feline epic!