Effing Feline prefers *fresh* salmon

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I, Effing Feline, talked last week about whether my potent feline allergens made any of my fans itch over the Internet. Today I’d like to talk about something I’m allergic to.

Cat food.

Oh, it doesn’t make my body itch or anything like that. But it does make my pride itch. Sneeze, even. I am worthy, you must agree, of eating salmon (fresh, not canned) every day. Except, of course, when I want mahi-mahi or swordfish as a change of pace.[image error]

Another snippet today from Ed’s WIP, which now has a (very tentative) working title: The Man She Trusted, book five in his Alien Contact for Idiots sci fi romance series. He hopes to finish it during Camp NaNoWriMo this month. Yeah, right. We’ll see about that.

In last week’s snippet, Audra Verhailey said out of the blue to her alien companion: “I don’t care how helpful you’re being, I’m not having sex with you.” Today’s snippet continues from there.

This was the first time either of them had spoken during forty minutes of climbing through a dense yet kinda sickly evergreen forest. She’d been meaning to state her terms for at least thirty-nine of those minutes, ever since they started up this mountain. But the steep trail and his damned silence had robbed her of words.

He was being so over-the-top helpful that he obviously wanted something from her. All she had was her baby and her body, and of those two she assumed that he, well . . . .

She’d met him when he climbed out of a construction company pickup near where she was sitting with a map spread out on dirt that would one day be a paved street, or a sidewalk. Maybe a house. She remembered thinking they might have to build whatever-it-was around her dead body, because she was at the end of her hopes, almost quivering with despair.

And then came an unexpected ray of not-despair. Baby Roxie smiled up at this stranger and dropped the keys Audra had given her to play with, and instead of pretending he hadn’t seen, he picked them up, then let Roxie play at grabbing his finger.

Effing Feline here again. Is there anything that makes your pride itch or sneeze? Tell us about it in a comment, and be sure to visit the other writers in the Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday.