Wednesday Words: CATtitude

Today’s #1lineWed THEME is all about the CATtitude, whether it be a CATastrophe, CAT nap, CAT burglar, CAT got your tongue, or a CAT’s relationship with curiosity, today is CAT Day. In my current Red Dirt Royalty WIP, Cooper goes eye to eye with a cat who will be named Lucifer because…reasons. 😆 This is from the 2nd chapter, during a Cat 4/5 hurrican in Beaumont, Texas.
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A brutal 18 hours later, Coop and Gil were headed back to the rescue command post set up for this part of town. Exhausted, hungry, and desperately craving dry clothes, he was lost in his thoughts.

“Hello?”

Was that a voice? He cut the engine and let the boat drift.

“Somebody out d’ere?” Gil called.

“Help! Over here.” A husky—and vaguely familiar—female voice that held only a hint of panic called out.

As the boat drifted toward the sound, Coop saw a light waving frantically. “We be comin’, cher!” the toolpusher yelled.

Coop started the engine but didn’t gun the throttle. In the dark, they couldn’t see what lay hidden beneath the murky water. He steeree propeller and discovered an extended cab pickup with only six inches of window and roof showd gingerly around a corner hoping there wasn’t a submerged street sign that would take out Thing above the rising water. Three women, four children, two dogs, and a drenched cat huddled on top.

The woman with the flashlight, and familiar shape, shouted instructions. “My truck is in the middle of the street. To my right, there’s a compact car submerged. My left should have a space clear enough to bring your boat alongside.”

All traces of panic fled as she took charge. Coop pressed his lips together to hide his grin. She wore a yellow slicker with reflective tape and as she turned, he caught the emblem and writing on the back. His storm chaser. Her wet hair was pulled back in a ponytail but long tendrils had worked free to plaster against her cheeks. He recognized the jut of her chin, the rounded cheeks, and the determined set of her shoulders. He liked women with attitude and Britt had it in spades.

Britt handed her flashlight to a boy of about twelve and dropped to one knee to help guide the boat. Willing hands helped the children and dogs into the boat, then the women. Only the cat refused to move. While Gil handed out blankets, Coop considered the situation. He was not a cat guy but this thing was big, black, with glowing yellow eyes and it looked like it could take on a gator. He glared at the cat. It glared back.

“I can leave you for gator bait, or you can get in the boat,” he said, challenging the cat. “Your choice.”

The storm chaser snorted. “You really think talking like that to cat is going to work?”
“You’re more than welcome to reach over and grab the thing, weather girl,” he shot back. “Last chance, cat.” He waited a few seconds then placed his hand on the truck’s roof and pushed off. Before he could react, the cat was climbing his arm like it was a tree, then scurrying down his back to settle in the space beneath his seat at the back of the boat.

“Huh,” Britt said. “I’m impressed.”

So was he, even more than the previous night when she’d fallen asleep in his arms.
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So, do you have any cat shennanigans in your WIP? Do you like cats? Have a favorite cat book? Share!

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About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of two award-winning series--Moonstruck and The Penumbra Papers, Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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6 Responses to Wednesday Words: CATtitude

  1. Awesomesauce! Love love love it!

    Ah, it just so happens that Ugly and the Beast has a cat.

    I had already mostly tuned out Mom’s standard lecture, but one word filtered through. “Cat? What cat?”
    “As if you didn’t know.” Her finger stabbed again. “Right there, sleeping on your father’s pillow.”
    I didn’t know anything about any cat, but I was afraid to look. The only cat I knew of was the one I’d encountered the night before. And it couldn’t be that one. I’d left him twining around Blanding’s ankles. Didn’t I?
    Forcing myself to follow my mother’s pointed arm, I slowly turned toward the bed. Sure enough, sleeping on the exact spot where my cat-allergic father laid his head every night was a long-haired, black and white cat. Somehow or other, Mrs. Blanding’s cat had followed me home.
    My eyes went wide. “No, no. Bad cat.” His eyes opened a mere slit, but through that small space he conveyed a world of annoyance.
    “Why on earth would you bring a cat home? Isn’t it bad enough to stayed out all night with some strange man? A cat! Really, Jennifer, you’ve gone too far this time.”
    I did a slow turn toward my mother. She really did have a strange memory. In my entire existence in their home, I’d toed the line every time. I was the good kid. I did my homework on time. I stuck to my curfew. Hell, I went out so infrequently I often wondered why they bothered giving me a curfew. I was never out past nine anyway.
    “I didn’t bring the cat home. I swear. It must’ve followed me.”
    “Get it out of here right this instant.” She stomped to the linen closet. “I’m going to have to scrub all the bedding now, you know. And vacuum everything. I might even have to fumigate. A cat. Jennifer, really.”
    Mom continued to rant as I walked carefully toward Dad’s side of the bed. I didn’t want to scare the poor thing and have him running all over the house. That would really send my mother into the stratosphere. “Come on, Puss’ums…”
    My name is not Puss’ums. Or Boots. Or Mittens. Or any other cute appellation you wish to thrust upon me. My name is Oliver.
    I blinked rapidly. The damn cat’s eyes weren’t even open. How the hell was he talking to me?

  2. He seems to have a way with women and cats!!! I’m so a cat peep.
    Marriott Marquis overbooked for a big ass conference. Sadly even thou I booked in Jan.
    becuz of conference events. So they put me at the Westin San Diego for last nite only no where
    close to anything bay activity. =/
    But its a new day, Im La Jolla bond today.
    Happy Hump Day.

  3. Dawn says:

    Sounds good and looking forward…yup cat lover…..fave cat books are the warrior series by Erin hunter

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