Effing Feline is, of course, priceless
Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior / Sunday Snippet posts on Mr. V’s behalf. Click the pic for info.
I, Effing Feline, have been talking about music lately. Today I’d like to discuss one of my favorites, How much is that doggie in the window? The common misconception is that it’s about a cute little puppy.
Wrong! It’s really cat propaganda, designed to subtly convince humans that canines like Twiggles the dog can be bought and sold like cattle. Only a stupid, ignorant person would ever ask this question about felines, of course, because we cats are valuable beyond any price!
Today, another selection from Constellation XXI, which will be released later this year. Sienna Dukelsky pilots a tugship in charge of guiding incoming freighters to a safe docking at Farflung Space Station. In this snippet, she learns that the ship she’s about to guide is captained by her long-lost first lover, a ‘bad boy’ whom she’d betrayed to the authorities years ago.
The comm unit crackled to life, audio only. “That you, Evening Star?”
Huh? Evening Star?
Her full name was Sienna Vesper Dukelsky. In one of Earth’s ancient languages, Vesper meant evening star, but nobody had ever called her that, except for—
“Crispin?”
“The vastly same man, love,” Crispin Hunt said in a teasing voice that hadn’t changed in six years. Six years in which she’d changed completely. Six years in which she’d fervently hoped never to see him again.
Effing Feline here again. If you don’t know the song How much is that doggie in the window, here it is:
You agree with me and all other cats about the relative value of priceless felines and mere dogs, right?
Not to threaten you or anything … but let me repeat the question. You agree, RIGHT!?!?!?[image error]
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