I, Effing Feline, figured out last week that I must have sisters. I’ve started searching for them. Imagine how awed they’ll be when they learn that I, the world’s most literary cat, am their brother! But I’m having trouble finding them. Can you believe that Google is utterly useless when it comes to searching for cats by name?
It’s not useless for me, of course. Googling “Effing Feline” (with the quotation marks so the search doesn’t pick up ‘feline’ alone) returns 4830 hits.
As I keep telling everyone, I’m world famous!!!! If you don’t believe me, search for yourself.
Okay, the fun stuff is over — back to a snippet from Ed’s sci fi romance, Escapee, featuring the most lovable of ugly pets, the skoot. A storm with winds of 180 mph has crashed their airship despite Catt’s best attempt to land.
Hector zig-zagged toward consciousness like a drunken balloon, floating ever upward on the draft of Catt’s kiss. No, Catt wasn’t kissing him; she licked him, instead — on the eyelids. Her tongue was rough and her breath was vile.
Oh — it was the skoot, not Catt. “Get away from me.”
When he shoved it away, it yelped. Instead of running, it whined and dragged a broken rear leg across the floor. This place smelled funny, like spilled food and fear, and it was noisy, too, like . . . like a place that should be familiar.
Suddenly, he knew where he was. On Escapee, which had overturned and yet somehow landed right side up.
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 world, you’ll love Escapee.
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