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Now we're at Stuart Island. My clients are off taking a hike to the lighthouse. I'm handing out at a picnic table on the dock, writing my Morning Pages. Last photo shows my view. #boating #PNW #IAmWriting

The Catgirl Prediction

Twilly was taking a rare break from her duties, and was relaxing on the lawn next to the manor's fountain, an occasional breeze carrying a hint of spray over her, countering the summer heat. A low purr came from deep inside her. Relaxation was a treat she rarely allowed herself.

There was a whirring sound and a shadow fell over her. With great reluctance she opened her eyes. Looking down at her was Mittens in her powerchair. "My apologies for disturbing your rest Madame Miller but this cannot wait" Mittens' voice always sounded odd - somehow seeming to have no clear accent, no matter who was listening.
Twilly sighed "Mittens, it is just Twilly amongst us."
"Madame Miller, there is a car approaching the manor. It will arrive in twenty five minutes. They are not friends to us."
"FSB?"
"No, not even FSB hired. Just nasty bigots."
"And?"
"You must not harm them. But we must stop them."
"Ah. I think I understand."

Twilly got out her phone "Ami? Can you take a pulse bomb out to the entrance gate, and set it off when the next vehicle approaches?"
"How long do I wait?"
"It will reach the foot of the drive in twenty three minutes."
"On it!"

Mittens smiled "That will do."

Twilly closed her eyes.

Twenty four minutes later her phone rang. It was Ami. "Yes?"
"It is done. The car has stopped, the drone following it is down, and the men inside are yelling about their phones being dead."
"Well done, Ami. Call the local tow service. Ask them to apply the special rates."
"How special?"
"As special as they want."
Twilly could hear the grin in Ami's voice "All Right!"

#catgirls #SF #SFF #SciFi #microfic #microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting

As always, @ami_angelwings .

The Catgirl Prediction

Twilly was taking a rare break from her duties, and was relaxing on the lawn next to the manor's fountain, an occasional breeze carrying a hint of spray over her, countering the summer heat. A low purr came from deep inside her. Relaxation was a treat she rarely allowed herself.

There was a whirring sound and a shadow fell over her. With great reluctance she opened her eyes. Looking down at her was Mittens in her powerchair. "My apologies for disturbing your rest Madame Miller but this cannot wait" Mittens' voice always sounded odd - somehow seeming to have no clear accent, no matter who was listening.
Twilly sighed "Mittens, it is just Twilly amongst us."
"Madame Miller, there is a car approaching the manor. It will arrive in twenty five minutes. They are not friends to us."
"FSB?"
"No, not even FSB hired. Just nasty bigots."
"And?"
"You must not harm them. But we must stop them."
"Ah. I think I understand."

Twilly got out her phone "Ami? Can you take a pulse bomb out to the entrance gate, and set it off when the next vehicle approaches?"
"How long do I wait?"
"It will reach the foot of the drive in twenty three minutes."
"On it!"

Mittens smiled "That will do."

Twilly closed her eyes.

Twenty four minutes later her phone rang. It was Ami. "Yes?"
"It is done. The car has stopped, the drone following it is down, and the men inside are yelling about their phones being dead."
"Well done, Ami. Call the local tow service. Ask them to apply the special rates."
"How special?"
"As special as they want."
Twilly could hear the grin in Ami's voice "All Right!"

#catgirls #SF #SFF #SciFi #microfic #microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting

As always, @ami_angelwings .

The Catgirl Prediction

Twilly was taking a rare break from her duties, and was relaxing on the lawn next to the manor's fountain, an occasional breeze carrying a hint of spray over her, countering the summer heat. A low purr came from deep inside her. Relaxation was a treat she rarely allowed herself.

There was a whirring sound and a shadow fell over her. With great reluctance she opened her eyes. Looking down at her was Mittens in her powerchair. "My apologies for disturbing your rest Madame Miller but this cannot wait" Mittens' voice always sounded odd - somehow seeming to have no clear accent, no matter who was listening.
Twilly sighed "Mittens, it is just Twilly amongst us."
"Madame Miller, there is a car approaching the manor. It will arrive in twenty five minutes. They are not friends to us."
"FSB?"
"No, not even FSB hired. Just nasty bigots."
"And?"
"You must not harm them. But we must stop them."
"Ah. I think I understand."

Twilly got out her phone "Ami? Can you take a pulse bomb out to the entrance gate, and set it off when the next vehicle approaches?"
"How long do I wait?"
"It will reach the foot of the drive in twenty three minutes."
"On it!"

Mittens smiled "That will do."

Twilly closed her eyes.

Twenty four minutes later her phone rang. It was Ami. "Yes?"
"It is done. The car has stopped, the drone following it is down, and the men inside are yelling about their phones being dead."
"Well done, Ami. Call the local tow service. Ask them to apply the special rates."
"How special?"
"As special as they want."
Twilly could hear the grin in Ami's voice "All Right!"

#catgirls #SF #SFF #SciFi #microfic #microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting

As always, @ami_angelwings .

The Catgirl Prediction

Twilly was taking a rare break from her duties, and was relaxing on the lawn next to the manor's fountain, an occasional breeze carrying a hint of spray over her, countering the summer heat. A low purr came from deep inside her. Relaxation was a treat she rarely allowed herself.

There was a whirring sound and a shadow fell over her. With great reluctance she opened her eyes. Looking down at her was Mittens in her powerchair. "My apologies for disturbing your rest Madame Miller but this cannot wait" Mittens' voice always sounded odd - somehow seeming to have no clear accent, no matter who was listening.
Twilly sighed "Mittens, it is just Twilly amongst us."
"Madame Miller, there is a car approaching the manor. It will arrive in twenty five minutes. They are not friends to us."
"FSB?"
"No, not even FSB hired. Just nasty bigots."
"And?"
"You must not harm them. But we must stop them."
"Ah. I think I understand."

Twilly got out her phone "Ami? Can you take a pulse bomb out to the entrance gate, and set it off when the next vehicle approaches?"
"How long do I wait?"
"It will reach the foot of the drive in twenty three minutes."
"On it!"

Mittens smiled "That will do."

Twilly closed her eyes.

Twenty four minutes later her phone rang. It was Ami. "Yes?"
"It is done. The car has stopped, the drone following it is down, and the men inside are yelling about their phones being dead."
"Well done, Ami. Call the local tow service. Ask them to apply the special rates."
"How special?"
"As special as they want."
Twilly could hear the grin in Ami's voice "All Right!"

#catgirls #SF #SFF #SciFi #microfic #microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting

As always, @ami_angelwings .

The Catgirl Prediction

Twilly was taking a rare break from her duties, and was relaxing on the lawn next to the manor's fountain, an occasional breeze carrying a hint of spray over her, countering the summer heat. A low purr came from deep inside her. Relaxation was a treat she rarely allowed herself.

There was a whirring sound and a shadow fell over her. With great reluctance she opened her eyes. Looking down at her was Mittens in her powerchair. "My apologies for disturbing your rest Madame Miller but this cannot wait" Mittens' voice always sounded odd - somehow seeming to have no clear accent, no matter who was listening.
Twilly sighed "Mittens, it is just Twilly amongst us."
"Madame Miller, there is a car approaching the manor. It will arrive in twenty five minutes. They are not friends to us."
"FSB?"
"No, not even FSB hired. Just nasty bigots."
"And?"
"You must not harm them. But we must stop them."
"Ah. I think I understand."

Twilly got out her phone "Ami? Can you take a pulse bomb out to the entrance gate, and set it off when the next vehicle approaches?"
"How long do I wait?"
"It will reach the foot of the drive in twenty three minutes."
"On it!"

Mittens smiled "That will do."

Twilly closed her eyes.

Twenty four minutes later her phone rang. It was Ami. "Yes?"
"It is done. The car has stopped, the drone following it is down, and the men inside are yelling about their phones being dead."
"Well done, Ami. Call the local tow service. Ask them to apply the special rates."
"How special?"
"As special as they want."
Twilly could hear the grin in Ami's voice "All Right!"

#catgirls #SF #SFF #SciFi #microfic #microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting

As always, @ami_angelwings .

Happy International Cat Day! Just received my first bad review on my book GOOSE CREEK HOLLER. Pretty harsh, and while I get where the reviewer is coming from, did he actually read the part about the other Southern delicacies consumed by the Appalachian family of Buchnells? It also starts with a "G". I think not, or he might have given a more favorable review and at least a one paw up. And it's hollar, not holler, Mr. Harrison. Sheesh, reviewers. #cats #cat #bookReview #reviews #review #mastodon #fediverse #books #booksky #bookstodon #book #humor #fun #caturday #saturday #goose #goosecreekholler #sophiajanehayden #novels #novel #Southern #Appalachia #Appalachian #mysteryThriller #mystery #writingCommunity #writing #writer #writers #scribesAndMakers #writingCommunity #reading #read #readersofmastodon #readingCommunity #readin2026 #felines #harrison #catskills #words #iamwriting