I, Effing Feline, hate heat.
I know, I know — most cats love heat so much they’ll lie on a radiator in a sunny window. All I can say is they’ve never done it in Arizona. I tried it . . . once. Here’s what I looked like afterward. Viewer discretion advised. If you have a weak stomach, don’t look, I beg you!
Even my fur was sunburned!
I’m continuing with the opening scene of Mr V’s near future sci fi romance, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters. Last week we met Quinn, a con artist from Kwadra, an island inhabited by technologically advanced aliens from an alternate Earth. It’s a duplicate of our Earth’s Vancouver Island — but its inhabitants aren’t Canadians , but descendants of the aboriginal people who lived there before Captain Cook.
When a policewoman named Squitt tries to arrest Quinn for scamming a tourist, he flees. This snippet picks up from there.
Quinn narrowly avoided a collision with a tough-looking Merkin with a baby strapped to his chest, but he bumped into the mother. “You hurted, madam?” he asked in his best English. She was pretty in a tired sort of way, so why not take the time to be polite? After all, Squitt lumbered rather than sprinted.
“Watch where you’re going, jerk,” growled the husband. He balled a fist and flexed his biceps, but not even a scowling body builder could look fierce with a baby strapped to his chest.
“You’re Kwadran,” his wife said in a breathless voice, as though enthralled by meeting an alluring but dangerous prison escapee.
“Never fear,” Quinn said to the thunder-browed man, “I shall kiss your wife and make her all better.”
And so he did, on the lips, for a count of five—the longest he dared under the circumstances; she tasted of hot dog and mustard. He kept his eyes open to watch the husband as well as the intersection where Squitt would appear, but the woman closed her eyes and kissed him back.
Effing Feline here again. Don’t let your cat (or dog, I suppose) get sunburned. Don’t let your cat (or dog, mutter mutter) get heatstroke. Click the PSA (Public Service Announcement) below to find out how to keep your pet safe.
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Alien Contact for Kid Sisters
Fleeing murderous rebels, the queen’s sister finds an alien hero
to save her . . . or is he kidnapping her, instead?
Marianne Harmon is sick and tired of being just the kid sister of the famous queen of Kwadra Island, home of the marooned aliens from an alternate Earth. Although she daydreams about being a warrior, when rebels bomb the royal ball she’s shunted to one of the many tunnels that honeycomb Kwadra, where she awaits a captain of the valiant Royal Guardians.
Quinn Lebatarde, a Kwadran scam artist fleeing the police, dons the uniform of a Royal Guardian killed by a tunnel collapse. When Marianne mistakes him for her bodyguard, Quinn can’t decide whether to save the feisty maiden, fall in love with her — or get rich by kidnapping her. With bloodthirsty rebels pursuing them and a treasure map in his pocket, what will he choose?