I, Effing Feline, am depressed. And sad. And bereft. Forlorn, miserable, and heartbroken, even. Sigh.
For over a week, the house was filled with Hoornaerts — Mr Valentine’s three sons visited, after traveling over 20,000 miles for the holidays, and his daughter’s family came from a couple miles away. Even though they wasted far too much time playing with Twiggles the Dog, I got so much attention I purred my fur off.
Now they’re gone. Gone. They’ve abandoned me!
Life goes on, I suppose. Her’s another snippet from Rescuing Prince Charming. Dusty Johnson, a tech writer working on Earth’s first starship, is racing against time to help a stranger (a native American from an alternate Earth) get a saboteur’s time bomb out of a starship under construction. Here we get the first hint of the secret Dusty hopes he won’t learn.
“I’m surprised”– she slowed to climb over the warm sewer pipe –“to hear a Kwadran admit an American can do anything well.”
He glanced back at her. She wished he wouldn’t do that; if he ran into something, the bomb might explode almost in her face. It wasn’t a world-class face, but her head would look bloody awful without it.
Reaching an open stretch, he sprinted. “You dislike Kwadrans?”
“Stuff a sock in it and run.”
Too late, she realized she should’ve denied her disdain for the aliens. Even though he was just a security flunky who’d skipped bomb disposal class, her careless admission might go on her record — and if the Kwadrans started investigating, they might discover her secret. She’d get kicked off the project before they’d finished thanking her for saving the starship.
Effing Feline here again. I know you all worried that I’d lost some of my stunning handsomeness, so let me reassure you. When I said, “I purred my fur off,” that was hyperbole.
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