Category Weekend Writing Warriors

Effing Feline shows his fangs #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, recall that one of my fans, Teresa, I believe, suggested I take an anger management class. Ridiculous, right? I ask the rest of you, do you think I need such a class? Now a word from my sponsor, The Saint of Quarantine Island. Afraid of the island’s madmen, Janet Davis has been hiding […]

Effing Feline, bank robber? #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, know that humans often wear face masks these days. (They always did, of course, but nowadays they aren’t for robbing banks.) But the picture below shows that the fashion fad has gone too hissing far! Now a word from my sponsor, The Saint of Quarantine Island. Afraid of the island’s madmen, Janet […]

Effing Feline dreams of travel #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, want a vacation! I’ve lived in this stupid house all my life. I never go anywhere. Of course, Ed, my pet human,  doesn’t go much of anywhere these days either — but at least he’s daydreaming about a trip. One of his sons has accepted a new job, which means relocating from […]

Effing Feline is NOT a cannibal! #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, have made a horrifying discovery. As a result, I’ll eat nothing except what Ed eats from now on. H was cooking the other day. (He usually cooks; poor Judi!) One ingredient he put in the fry pan was labelled corn syrup. We cats are curious, you know –it’s what killed Uncle Ildephonse […]

Effing Feline likes ice cream #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, like ice cream. Any kind of cream, really. Fresh cream, whipped cream, creme brulee. You see, I am a cat of refined taste. Furthermore, I eat ice cream with panache. Or with chocolate syrup. Always, I keep my feline dignity, unlike this puss, who breaks every rule in the “Cats are cool” handbook. […]

Effing Feline eats garlic #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, will never understand humans. Not that I want to, mind you. My pet human, Ed, mentioned that he’s been getting emails asking him to donate blood. In this cat’s opinion, he’s relatively sane, for a human. But why would any living creature part with its life’s blood? And what kind of monster […]

Effing Feline holds his nose #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, am holding my nose. That’s because I’m about to write about an unpleasant subject, one that I’ve avoided for months and months. Namely, the other animal in this house — Twiggles the Dog. I’ll try not to make fun of her, because poor Twiggles not only has no tail (!) she’s getting […]

Effing Feline does his taxes #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, am working on my taxes, and it’s horrible. Why should I, a cat, have to pay income tax? Just because I work for Ed as a blogger? That hardly seems fair. Ed says I won’t have to pay anything more, and might get a refund, so oh boy, I’m hard at work. […]

Effing Feline’s head is empty #wewriwa

I, Effing Feline, have a blank mind. I’m running out of things to write about, so I’m going to try a trick that Ed, my pet human, read about while I was keeping his lap warm. The trick to open a novel at random and plunk your finger (or paw) somewhere on the page. Whatever […]

The Saint is released from Quarantine, day 3

The Saint of Quarantine Island My newest science fiction romance book is sexier than most of my PG romances. Here’s an example of that — a striptease. This scene is a flashback to the evening in Janet Davis’s hometown in suburban Los Angeles when she first met Kendo Carlisle, the so-called Saint of Gilford Island, […]