Effing Feline thinks warm thoughts
Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior / Sunday Snippet posts on Mr. V’s behalf
I, Effing Feline, write this weekly column on behalf of my pet human, Ed Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine. Mr V’s pretty happy this week, because one of his sons is visiting from some place called Canada. That’s even farther north than Phoenix, I think. Up there, houses are heated, instead of cooled. Those people have the right idea!
Today’s snippet will be one of the last from Thimbleriggers, a story in Future Love, Mr V’s new release. Young pornographer Aldous has used an experimental device to buy, for resale, 90-year-old Kathy’s erotic memories. After the recording session, Kathy starts to reveal her own scheme.
“When I researched your breadbox, I came across hints about transference. Do you know the psychological concept of transference?”
He didn’t want to admit his ignorance. She waited, squeezing him with her silence and forcing sound from his mouth.
“No,” he said.
“During intense psychological therapy, people often identify so strongly with the therapist that they fall in love with her. That’s transference. The research hinted at the breadbox’s capacity for transference, although no one had dared to mindscan so intensively and on such emotional topics as you did. But I wondered, and I hoped, because of my psychological profile.”
Her voice grew gentle as she said, “You’re in love with me, Aldous.”
Effing Feline here. Even if the young bad guy does love the ancient lady, what good does that do?
Ah well. Instead of pondering that question, I think I’ll curl up on a warm lap and dream about sleeping atop a radiator.
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