This is my cat, Beamer, whom I neglected to mention in my earlier discussion of evil. Beamer exemplifies the wise words of Madama Wilce, from a previous comment: "the most awesome kind of Evilness of all--the Cute Kind."
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Dear Sieur Witcover:
I finished Tumbling After over the weekend and enjoyed it immensely, even though I was compelled to add my own mental paragraph at the end full of do-overs to make everything turn out all right again. I know, it's pathetic, but I'm a happy-ending kinda gal and you DID leave me a rather wide opening. As usual, I came across a line almost identical to something I've written myself, which happens Every! Frickin! Time! I read someone else's work, but just so you know, in the unlikely event I ever get my YA fantasy published, I didn't copy the part about the headcrest standing on end like a punk rocker's mohawk from you. I'll be picking up Waking Beauty as soon as my book-budget allows.
Glad you liked it -- and I did want to leave readers with more than one plausible ending . . . Of course, I know what really happened!
Beamer looks like she is thinking about eating your liver, for sure!
That cat looks very familiar. Very familiar indeed...
Tell me, has she ever stood in a police line-up?
Then again, she looks very much like the owner/operater of the "meat truck" just outside my office window (mmmm...savoury, delicious meat.) Same whiskers. Passive agressive. The kind of cat that might lash out and leave a claw in a person. That's the trouble with that sort of cat.
-bug...uhm..I mean...pelican.
That Beamer is too sneaky to get caught, hence no police line. She might have put *others* into the police line though, through devilish mis-identification. You have to watch her like a hawk--if you turn your back on her, she'll get into your Vosges Chocolate stash and lick every piece. Of course, that's not going to stop you from eating it--Vosges Chocolate is worth a little feline saliva--but it's Evil, all the same.
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