I, Effing Feline, need to clean up my act. Not my litter; my public image. You see, last week Ed commented that I was ‘The Cat Called Ove,’ a take-off on the name of a novel about a nasty man called Ove. I am not nasty! To prove it, I’ll be sharing some cat jokes. To whit:
- Q: What is it called when a cat wins a dog show?
A: A CAT-HAS-TROPHY.
- Did you hear about the cat who swallowed a ball of wool? She had mittens.
- How do cats end a fight? They hiss and make up.
I’m sharing another snippet from Mr V’s sci fi romance, Escapee. All snippets will henceforth feature the skoot, a small, six-legged reptilian pet, rather than boring humans.
A few seconds later, the ship crashed into something with a hideous scraping sound. Hector yelped.
The airship stopped moving. “Anchors down,” she said.
“Anchors down,” the co-pilot confirmed. “Boring into bedrock and…connection secure.”
Grinning, Sayer spun her chair to face Hector. “I thought you liked terra firma, Captain.”
That crash was supposed to pass for a landing? “The yelp,” he said with a straight face, “must’ve been the skoot; Army captains do not yelp.”
The African Queen in Outer Space
Edward Hoornaert’s romantic space opera, Escapee, continues the saga of the Dukelsky family (begun in The Guardian Angel of Farflung Station). If you like The African Queen and the thrill of underdogs finding love while battling a hostile environment, you’ll love Escapee.