I, Effing Feline, am enjoying watching humans panic over catching the covid19 virus. Call me selfish (though of course I’m not), but if you ask “can I catch the virus from my cat?” you’re asking the wrong question.
What’s the right question? I’ll tell you after this word from our sponsor, TSGA (pronounced tuh sugga), aka The Solid Gold Aliens.
So far in The Solid Gold Aliens, we’ve been following Tresky Buffrum’s thread. Not today. We’re going to switch for a while to the POV of a policeman with problems. What those problems are should be somewhat apparent after today’s snippet.
“Stealin’ a private squinty at the beast, eh?”
Major MacKay Rullitch froze with a hand on the doorknob of the Golden Sloth exhibit room. Caught in the act, like a five-year-old stealing a cookie before dinner! He could’ve sworn the spaceport lobby was empty.
Without warning, Rullitch’s chagrin exploded into an angry clamor of voices that ricocheted through his skull and down his neck, filling his body with echoes that pounded the inside of his skin like prisoners trying to batter through the walls of a jail.
A subordinate is spying on you, one voice screamed, trying to discredit you.
A second voice whined, What you’re doing isn’t illegal. So you find the golden Sloth fascinating; so what?
Rullitch stared at his outstretched hand, surprised bumps weren’t visible where the voices struck from the inside.
Does the spy know you’ve come here every night after closing for the last week; know you gawk at the exhibit; pray to it, even?
Effing Feline here again. What is the right question? Obviously, it’s “can your cat catch covid19 from you?” That’s what you should be worried about.
The answer, by the way, seems to be “no“.
The Solid Gold Aliens
For 500 years, the aliens were no threat. But they were just waiting . . .
All Tresky Buffrum wants is a taste of adventure before resigning himself to the life of a shepherd. What he gets instead is a mysterious wife, fiercely chaste, who drags him to the Midas Crater, where hundreds of the planet’s intelligent natives have been transformed into gold.
Everyone on the caravan has an ulterior motive — except Tresky, who just wants to make love to his wife. Spies are everywhere. An Offworlder hero runs mad and murders people. A grim policewoman becomes attracted to Tresky while struggling to capture the psychotic sniper.
Observing this bizarre trek across the desert is an old, mute, lion-like alien. After befriending Tresky despite stern taboos, Virtrillica seeks a reason for her people to spare humans from a blast of extinction. Can the two of them save humankind and defeat the interplanetary conspirators who seek to destroy the Midas Crater and its sinister yet liberating secret?