Effing Feline’s Christmas list

Merry Christmas, everyone.

(If necessary, please substitute the name of an analogous holiday celebrated on your planet.)

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I, Effing Feline, am one heck of a tough cat . . . but even I made out a list for Santy Claws. I’m going to share it with you, just in case you haven’t bought for me yet.

  • A servant devoted exclusively to cleaning my litter. I demand that it be pristine!
  • A petter. This servant’s job rating will be measured by how many hours a day I purr.
  • Another servant assigned to feeding me. When not actually dishing out the goodies, she/he can search out recipes and cook for me.
  • A servant devoted to grooming me with the tongue so I don’t get fur balls. This servant could be feline, though I prefer the quick bathing action of a large human tongue.

Now another snippet from Rescuing Prince Charming. Dusty Johnson, a tech writer working on Earth’s first starship, has helped a stranger (a native American from an alternate Earth) find a saboteur’s time bomb. Since she’s already in the tunnel that’s their only exit, the guard have given her bomb so she can carry it away. Dusty speaks first.

“Maybe you aren’t as dumb as you look.”

In truth, she hadn’t paid enough attention to know if he looked like a genius or a dunce. A bomb-disposal pro would be trained to handle terror yet remain polite, but she was just an unadventurous tech writer holding death in her hands, and that was the best excuse for rudeness she’d ever had, but still . . . “Look, I apologize for –”

“Get moving!”

Mindful of the metal shard, she wriggled backward. Despite the cool air, sweat ran down her temples and tickled between her breasts. “I’m out of the tunnel. How much longer now until the message warned that the bomb” — a bomb she held in her hands, and she was very attached to her hands — “is supposed to explode?”

“Seven minutes, eighteen seconds.”

She wasn’t surprised at the precision of his answer; Kwadrans — aboriginal Americans hailing from the future of an alternate Earth—had tiny computers-slash-thought-activated-radios implanted under their collarbones.

Effing Feline here again, warning you to remember your cat this Christmas Eve! And be sure to visit the other writers in the Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday.

Rescuing Prince Charming
Alien Contact for Idiots, book four

She’s no heroine. He’s no Prince Charming.

Dusty Johnson, a self-styled ordinary, everyday woman, responds with extraordinary heroism when saboteurs try to bomb the prototype of Earth’s first starship. Although she yearns to return to anonymity, that moment of courage propels her ever deeper into dangers that tear the scabs off her dark secrets—and thrust her into the arms of the unattainable man of her dreams.

Reese Eaglesbrood, an alien prince, yearns to restore his tattered reputation by guiding the starship project to completion, but his fascination with the unassuming heroine threatens to undermine his fragile authority. Shunning Dusty is necessary, yet unthinkable—and when the saboteurs strike again, she is his only ally against Earth’s most elusive enemies.



  1. Merry Christmas to you, Ed, your family…. and even to Effing. After all this is the season of good will to all!

    1. Same to you, Lisabet. I hope you have loved ones with you at this time of year!

  2. So nice to have a living clock close by while holding a bomb. Merry Christmas Effing Feline (You too, Ed).

    1. Compared to Effing, I’m an afterthought? Sigh. 😉

  3. Very well done, both the Christmas list and the excerpt! Merry Christmas to you and yours!

    1. If Effing gets his Christmas wishes, I’m going to end up getting stuck feeding and housing these servants of his. Grumble, grumble.

  4. Nice touch with the implanted device! Enjoyed the excerpt and a very Happy Holiday to you!

    1. Merry Christmas to you and your friends and family, Jean.

  5. Happy Christmas and give Effing a lick from me! I have 2 cats.
    Yes, I like the idea of an implanted computer, although it might work both ways to alter your behavior.

    1. If you think I’m going to lick a cat just because you asked me, you’re crazy, Aurora!

  6. Seven minutes? Plenty of time! But I’m glad she’s on the move. Merry Christmas to you and your humans, Effing.

    1. Effing meows his best wishes right back at you, Alexis.

  7. Seven minutes doesn’t sound too bad, but what’s she going to do with it?

    1. And how far does she have to run with the bomb before she can do anything with it?

  8. Karen Michelle Nutt · · Reply

    Interesting snippet. Implanted computer definitely has me intrigued.
    Merry Christmas, Ed!

    1. Me, I wonder if the implanted computer comes with word processing and a printer.

  9. Merry Christmas, Ed! Effin is demanding a lot from Santa, isn’t he? Great snippet! Seven minutes is nothing!

  10. Seven minutes seems like probably enough time to deal with the bomb… but not a lot.
    Merry Catmas!

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