Effing Feline, Drunk as a Thunk

Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, Effing for short, writes the Weekend Writing Warrior posts on Mr. V’s behalf

I, Effing Feline, float high above the floor, turning lazily in the air, dreaming of mice, purring and stretching as I ride a purple haze of catnip-induced euphoria…

Anyone know any good rehab clinic for catnip addicts?

Back to work … gotta earn my catnip, eh? Another snippet from Alien Contact for Kid Sisters, the latest release by Ed Hoornaert, aka Mr. Valentine, aka The Dreaded Catnip Pusher. It’s a sequel to the previous snippet, in which Quinn heroically drove off the bad guys. (If you remember, con-man Quinn is posing as Captain Charleyjohn, a married Royal Guardian.)

Marianne didn’t answer immediately. She couldn’t. Sitting beside this brave man, who’d risked his life to protect her and Elfy from a gang of rebel villains, made her belly thrum with desire. She had to be very careful, or she’d be leaping off a precipice marked The Other Woman, with a big red sign halfway down flashing Home Wrecker.

Could the cliff also be marked Bipolar Madness?

She felt as though she’d awakened from a half-sleep to vibrant, intoxicating awareness of herself and the world around her. She closed her eyes, hoping she wasn’t skyrocketing into a manic episode. Although this would be a horrible time to lose control, her feelings were so vivid and romantic—better than the world’s most beautiful sunset seen from a tropical beach while walking arm in arm with Brad Pitt—that she wouldn’t have missed them for the world.

She wanted Quinn with a ferocity that threatened to consume her, but acting on her feelings with a married man would be wrong to, immoral, unforgivable. And despite her moments of wildness, she’d never done anything wicked, let alone evil.

… … Effing Feline here again. Still soaring.

Giggling.

Hallucinating.

Oh, go away! Check out the other great snippets from the Weekend Writing Warriors, and leave me alone!