Category Rescuing Prince Charming

Effing Feline hates palm sundays #8sunday

I, Effing Feline, heard that today is Palm Sunday. Since Mr V has a palm tree out front, and because I am a Cat of Great Curiosity, I decided to sample this holy treat. I got a palm frond . . . . . . and some ice cream . . . . . . […]

Effing Feline doesn’t love dog lovers #Sunday

I, Effing Feline, wish Brett a happy birthday! Brett is the third of Mr V’s four children, and his petting  hand is gentle and loving, even if he’s a dog person. There. I’ve done my familial duty. Now I can tell you my REAL feelings about dog people! I feel that — Sigh. Once again, I’m […]

Effing Feline documents animal cruelty #8Sunday

I, Effing Feline, told you last week about my hard, hard life, having to put up with a seven-month-old baby. To show you what I mean, I’ve found a monstrous video showing some of the torture babies perpetrate on us poor cats. I won’t show you the video until after today’s snippet. You would be […]

Effing Feline hates babies #8Sunday

I, Effing Feline, live a hard, hard life. To whit, four days a week, when Mrs V (with occasional help from Mr V) babysits their two grandchildren, I must suffer a seven-month-old baby. I’ve taught the four-year-old about my claws; Wesley treats me graciously. But the seven-month old! Quel horreur! Young Logan likes to grab […]

Rescuing Prince Charming #mwtease #mfrwauthor

It’s been awhile since I indulged in a MidWeek Tease, but like a bad penny, here I am.  A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. The reaction to the opening of my sci-fic romance, Rescuing Prince Charming, has been gratifyingly […]

Effing Feline’s most fun ever

I, Effing Feline, am struck by a line in the snippet I’ve chosen for your delectation today: she’d never had so much fun in her whole life as in the last ten minutes It made me think what is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life. It was the first time I xxxxxxx […]

Effing Feline blows up Hollywood

I, Effing Feline,  remember when a car exploded in the alley behind Mr Valentine’s house. True story — would I lie to you? The car was stolen, abandoned, and set on fire. When the gas exploded — and here’s the thing — it sounded like a gas oven being lit, thwump, and flames shot up […]

Effing Feline is trying. Very.

I, Effing Feline, tried to scratch my way into the innards of Mr Valentine’s couch (as I showed you last week). Mrs V is smart, though. She taped tin foil over my scratching place, trimmed my claws, and then closed the door to the family room. Here’s another snippet from Rescuing Prince Charming. Dusty Johnson, a […]

Not one but two unexpected awards

I should clarify the title of this post. I never expect to win an award (except perhaps a Nobel Prize, which of course I totally deserve) but recently two have tumbled out of the blue with no warning — and neither of them even hit me on the head. Which is very cool. SFR Galaxy […]

Effing Feline scratches the couch

I, Effing Feline, lost not one, not two, but three claws this morning. That may not be important to you, but to me it is a big, big relief. Furthermore, it’s a sign of my clawing prowess! You see, we cats don’t actually lose claws, only old sheaths of claws, kind of like snakes shedding […]