I, Effing Feline, am taking a break from improving improvements to the English language, but I promise I’ll return to the topic. Instead, I want to dedicate today’s post to the best cat-goned cat I ever met: Tom. My dad.
Sniff. Dear old dad. He went out like a true hero, like a true CAT, taking down seven — no, it was actually eleven! — Rottweilers singlepawedly, after they dared to bark at my mom. Go for the nose, he always told me as he flexed his claws. Such a brave, heroic puss!
Today, another snippet from Mr V’s WIP, Secrets of Love and War. Las week we saw how pilot Norse Malstrom glimpsed a woman just before his bomber crashed. Today we see the same scene from the POV of the heroine, Cynthia O’Connor, who is searching for her clan sister, Kaushelle, after getting separated during the bombing.
By the time Cynthia reached the outlook high over the foot of Twisted Lizard Lagoon, her palms were scraped bloody and her chest heaved — not from exertion, but from fear. She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Kaushelle!”
The girl was frightened by sounds, by new situations, by strangers. Poor, lost Kaushelle. Cynthia turned, shoulders slumped and eyes burning—and then she screamed.
A Terran bomber, trailing smoke, thundered over Twisted Lizard Lagoon toward her. Through its shattered windscreen, she glimpsed a robot’s head, or a man wearing a fearsome helmet. The bomber dropped a dark cylinder into the lagoon Cynthia loved so much.
As the bomber roared past like a nightmare, something—A bomb? Wind from the bomber’s flight?—blew her off the pinnacle as though she were a dry leaf.
Effing Feline here again. Thinking about dad and those sixteen — no, I’m sure it was thirty-four — Rottweilers, I can’t continue typing. I have to go drown my sorrows about dad in the catnip patch.