I, Effing Feline, hate the neighbors. They used to have a tomcat too old and fat to leap over the wall into MY yard. The only thing I hated about him was that he was an outdoor cat, while I’m a house cat, too valuable to be allowed outside in a region populated by coyotes who eat cats, with or without ketchup.
But now the neighbors have a kitten. And he’s cute. Cuter than me!
Today, another snippet from Ed’s WIP, Secrets of Love and War. The captured human bomber pilot, Norse Malstrom, fought the alien doctors, thinking they were monsters. Cynthia O’Connor, a human living on the alien world, was able to calm the heavily drugged pilot.
But she is badly shaken by the encounter, which causes a flashback of being raped when she was 13. When the doctor approaches her afterward, she is shaking.
“. . . no longer a park for you to work at, correct?”
She’d missed something the doctor had said, but she focused on the last part. “Yes, with Peace for All Species Park destroyed, I am bereft of social meaning until my next assignment.”
“Will you do it, then?”
Summoning her strength and dignity, she rose. “The pardons of all my ancestors—I didn’t catch what you want me to do.”
“Assist my humble team care for the human pilot. Your very presence has calmed him better than the best of our psychotropics, and the temporary assignment, a pair of month at most, will loan you social meaning until your familium chooses your next permanent job.”
Nurse that violent, naked man? Cynthia couldn’t help it; she laughed hysterically, which was unpardonable even if she’d laughed in a proper Riksid flutter rather than a disgusting human honk.
Effing Feline here again. I hate the *&%$ neighbors and I hate their #^*$, *&%$ kitten! And I’ll hate you, too, if you watch the cute kitten video Ed has added below, without my consent!