Effing Feline Does Penance

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

I, Effing Feline, am serving penance for scratching the couch. Edward Hoornaert, aka Mr. V, insists that I post another funny video of a cat. It’s beneath my dignity, but a cat’s gotta do what a cat’s gotta do.

But first, this snippet from Mr. Valentine’s newest release, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters. This is the novel’s Black Moment , when everything seems lost for poor Marianne. After the final fight scene she has fallen out of a pontoon boat, leaving Elfy and Quinn, whom she now loves, in the clutches of the evil villain, Sergeant Squitt.

A wave rose, blocking Marianne’s view. Her burst of strength died and she slipped back, her chin barely above the surface. That might be her last glimpse ever of Quinn and Elfy.

A gull landed nearby, squawked, folded its wings daintily, and looked at her expectantly, begging for a handout; it might as well have been a vulture. She felt too heavy to swim to shore, too heavy even to tread water. But what was the alternative?

The seagull squawked, its lonely cry piercing the air like mocking laughter. With a listless movement, she splashed water at the bird until it flew away, leaving her alone, alone, so alone.

After taking one last gulp of air, Marianne gave up treading water. Placing her arms at her sides, she let herself sink into the cold, airless Pacific.

Effing Feline here again. Mr. V. e-mailed me that I should apologize for him for not getting around to as many of the weekend writing warrior posts as usual. He’s on vacation at the moment.

And now here’s the undignified cat video. I remind you that this cat is not me! I maintain my dignity at all times.