I, Effing Feline, have the house to myself for the day. You see, Mr V’s off lollygagging at a writer’s conference. I’m left with one of those feeders that dispense as much cat food as I can eat. I consider it a challenge. Can I finish the entire container of food before he returns?
Watch me try! Burp.
Since he’s not here to make me write a cute intro, I’m going to go directly into the penultimate snippet from Ed’s sci fi romance, Escapee, featuring the most lovable of ugly pets, the skoot.
Skipping waaay ahead (since he isn’t here to object) Catt and Hank reach their objective: enemy headquarters and attack it just as the good guys are launching at attack from the air. The good guys win, but Catt is separated from Hank, injured, and taken to a hospital ship orbiting Banff. (FYI, Lance was her android copilot.)
Catt’s meager stores of energy ran dry. She sank back into a drugged sleep and dreamed of Hank. Of Lance, dear Lance, and then Hank some more. The stupid, lovable skoot shuffled through dreams, too. But mostly she dreamed of Hank.
Feeling better after resting, she opened her eyes . . .but kept dreaming. Must be dreaming, because she heard the unmistakable click of the skoot’s nails on the floor — and it had to be her skoot, because it limped in a five-legged rhythm. Catt tried to sit up. Moved a good ten centimeters up this time. That was progress.
“Whoa, there,” a voice said, “take it easy.”
Effing Feline here again, but just for a minute. Gotta go find a shoe to barf in so I can eat more food.
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 world, you’ll love Escapee.