Effing Feline Behaves Himself

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

I, Fart-Fueled Flying Feline, am on my best behavior. There should be a halo on my picture!

The snippet I’ve chosen in my feline wisdom is the opening of Mr. Hoornaert’s current WIP. In cat talk–and, I suppose, writer talk–WIP stands for Work In Progress. Mr. Valentine tentatively calls it Alien Contact: Becoming Human, but I think he needs to fit the word ‘cat’ into the title. If he does, bestseller guaranteed.

I was born.

One moment I didn’t exist and had never existed and then, blink, I stood in a clearing, fully dressed, well armed, and impatient to tackle my Destiny.

Like a magnet seeking north, I knew my Destiny lay downhill and to my left. I stepped toward it—baby’s first step—and nearly tripped on uneven rocks. I crouched and then rose slowly, arms outstretched for balance.

“Careful,” I whispered—baby’s first word, spoken in a creamy soprano that pleased my ears.

I looked around, which I should have done before taking a step. How could I kill if I couldn’t even walk?

Effing Feline here again. Those of you who follow my posts might be expecting me to say something snarky, but I told you, I’m on my best behavior. Check out of the snippets by other weekend writing warriors. Some of them might be smart enough to use ‘cat’ in their titles, unlike one stupid person I know.

(Oh no!  ‘Stupid person’ just slipped out. I almost made it through the post without being snarky. I still deserve a halo, don’t you think?)