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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 .

The small team of rebel commandos had been sneaking through the Overlord's palace for days.

It had started with covertly entering hidden inside a routine delivery of food. They had blocked off parts of the refrigeration units, and hidden themselves there. They could not bring any form of weapon with them, because of the scanners on the palace entrance, and had to be sedated so that their hostile thoughts would not be detected.

From there, they had first infiltrated the kitchen staff, and gradually migrated their way into general maintenance.

Once in general maintenance, they had been able to construct weapons using the palace's own resources. It had been a slow process, as they had had to conceal what they had been doing from the overseers.

Now, though they were armed, and following the old secret passages that had been hidden for decades, they headed for the throne room. They would appear behind the throne, and be able to take the Overlord by surprise.

They snuck out of the secret door, closing it behind them, and then burst out from the wall hangings onto the dias.

The throne was empty.

The entire throne room was empty, except for one old lady, sweeping.

She looked up, and gasped in surprise. Then she shrugged and went back to sweeping.

The commandos looked around. Nothing. Finally one of them walked over to the servant.

"Don't make a mess" she said as he approached, "go that way" she pointed, "I haven't swept there."

He looked and saw there was still dust and grime on the floor there, and walked to her from that direction. "Where is the Overlord? Why is he not here?"
"Oh, deary, this is Thursday."
"Thursday?"
"The Master always takes Thursday off. He's in his studio, throwing."
"Throwing what?"
"Clay, deary, clay. Unless he's glazing today, but I think he's throwing."
"Uh, where is his studio?"
"Oh, I can't tell you that. No one is to disturb him when he's making his pots. I'm guessing you are here to assassinate him. You'll just have to come back tomorrow. After 11. Before 11 he's still getting his neck seen to."
"Neck?"
"You know, his bad neck, from wearing that really quite ridiculous crown."

The commando went back to his team. "Uh, we're to come back after 11 tomorrow. It's his day off."

#SF #SFF #SciFi #Humour #Fantasy #IAmWriting

Inspired by this post from @NickEast_IndieWriter https://mastodon.art/@NickEast_IndieWriter/117223620969685939

GOOSE CREEK HOLLER received a great editorial review (IMHO) from BookLife Reviews for Publishers Weekly, online now and featured in the October 5th Publishers Weekly Magazine. I'm sharing it here in case you want something to read. Or just read the book👍 😎 The book is available at most online retailers, y'all. #books #bookstodon #bookReview #editorial #indieAuthor #indie #indieAuthors #author #authors #publishing #publishersweekly #booklover #book #booklovers #thriller #suspense #crimeFiction #crime #scribesAndMakers #reading #readingCommunity #fediverse #social #socialnetwork #iamwriting #ebooks #ebook #print #mastodon #reviews #review #mountains #money #murder #rural #ruralnoir #familyStory

GOOSE CREEK HOLLER received a great editorial review (IMHO) from BookLife Reviews for Publishers Weekly, online now and featured in the October 5th Publishers Weekly Magazine. I'm sharing it here in case you want something to read. Or just read the book👍 😎 The book is available at most online retailers, y'all. #books #bookstodon #bookReview #editorial #indieAuthor #indie #indieAuthors #author #authors #publishing #publishersweekly #booklover #book #booklovers #thriller #suspense #crimeFiction #crime #scribesAndMakers #reading #readingCommunity #fediverse #social #socialnetwork #iamwriting #ebooks #ebook #print #mastodon #reviews #review #mountains #money #murder #rural #ruralnoir #familyStory

GOOSE CREEK HOLLER received a great editorial review (IMHO) from BookLife Reviews for Publishers Weekly, online now and featured in the October 5th Publishers Weekly Magazine. I'm sharing it here in case you want something to read. Or just read the book👍 😎 The book is available at most online retailers, y'all. #books #bookstodon #bookReview #editorial #indieAuthor #indie #indieAuthors #author #authors #publishing #publishersweekly #booklover #book #booklovers #thriller #suspense #crimeFiction #crime #scribesAndMakers #reading #readingCommunity #fediverse #social #socialnetwork #iamwriting #ebooks #ebook #print #mastodon #reviews #review #mountains #money #murder #rural #ruralnoir #familyStory

GOOSE CREEK HOLLER received a great editorial review (IMHO) from BookLife Reviews for Publishers Weekly, online now and featured in the October 5th Publishers Weekly Magazine. I'm sharing it here in case you want something to read. Or just read the book👍 😎 The book is available at most online retailers, y'all. #books #bookstodon #bookReview #editorial #indieAuthor #indie #indieAuthors #author #authors #publishing #publishersweekly #booklover #book #booklovers #thriller #suspense #crimeFiction #crime #scribesAndMakers #reading #readingCommunity #fediverse #social #socialnetwork #iamwriting #ebooks #ebook #print #mastodon #reviews #review #mountains #money #murder #rural #ruralnoir #familyStory

GOOSE CREEK HOLLER received a great editorial review (IMHO) from BookLife Reviews for Publishers Weekly, online now and featured in the October 5th Publishers Weekly Magazine. I'm sharing it here in case you want something to read. Or just read the book👍 😎 The book is available at most online retailers, y'all. #books #bookstodon #bookReview #editorial #indieAuthor #indie #indieAuthors #author #authors #publishing #publishersweekly #booklover #book #booklovers #thriller #suspense #crimeFiction #crime #scribesAndMakers #reading #readingCommunity #fediverse #social #socialnetwork #iamwriting #ebooks #ebook #print #mastodon #reviews #review #mountains #money #murder #rural #ruralnoir #familyStory

@ami_angelwings
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl University (part 3)

Biba stretched out on the lawn, while Natasha sat nearby, looking miserable. Antoinette-Sussanah was off hunting down some lunch from one of the food vans that had pulled up near the campus.

After a few moments, Biba spoke up "Tash, you apologised, and he's going to be OK."
"But what if they expel me. Or all of us?"
"Then Twilly will get on the case and smooth things over."
"But what if he doesn't let me back into his class? It is a pre-requisite for everything I want to do."
"Tash, you're starting to whine."

Natasha threw herself forward onto the grass, and started to sob. She had always been a drama queen. Biba sighed, and moved over to her, picking up the larger catgirl like she weighed nothing, and giving her a gentle hug, making 'shoosh'ing sounds.

A shadow fell over them, and Biba looked up, ready to switch to combat mode if it were a threat.

It was a small group of other students.

Biba shut down the combat modules. "Can I help you?" she asked politely.

One of the young ladies, in full goth regalia, crouched down "We're in Stats 017 with you. Is your friend OK?"
Biba looked them over again. Yes, they had all been in that first class. "There was an accident in her Mech Eng class, and she's worried about fallout from it."
"Was that what the ambulance was about?"
Natasha started to cry more, and Biba just nodded.
The girl didn't say anything for a few moments, clearly thinking. Biba opened her mouth, only for a hand to come up in a 'stop' sign. She closed it again.

One of the boys whispered to the guy next to him "Is Maddy doing that thing again?"
"Yeah, the whole brain thing."

The newly named Maddy didn't react.

Finally she nodded, "I see. Well, he could not have been that bright, could he?"
Natasha looked up along with Biba "What?"
"He could not have been that bright. I mean Prof Tepford worked it out. I worked it out. How come he didn't?"

"You weren't there. How do you know what happened?" Tash asked, her confusion overcoming her worries.
One of the group, wearing a dress covered in stars, grinned "The little grey cells, eh?"

Tash and Biba looked blank.

"What Terri means is that I deduced it from the available evidence. I love murder mysteries. They're quoting Poirot".

Antoinette-Sussanah came up behind the group and asked "Is everything OK?"
"Yes, A-S. Maddy here is a bit of sleuth" Biba explained "What's for lunch?"
"Sashimi", she had barely finished the word before Tash was wrapped around her. "Hiiii Antoinette-Sussanah... you're the best friend ever."

Shaking her head, she sat, opened the paper bag she had been carrying and handed Tash and Biba trays of sashimi. A quick glance at Biba, and she gestured to the lawn "Join us?"

The others sat, and got out their own lunches.

Maddy watched Tash happily attacking the raw fish, and looked across to Biba, who shrugged. Maddy gave a small sigh and started eating.

#SF #SFF #SciFi #microfiction #Microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #Catgirls

@ami_angelwings

Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl University (part 2)

Memo: Laser Pointers in Lectures
From: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics)
To: Academic Teaching Staff

Please utilise caution in using laser pointers in lectures. There are some students who will focus on the pointer rather than the material being covered.

Unfortunately, privacy rules do not allow me to identify the students in question, but I believe it should be reasonably obvious on a quick visual inspection of the attendants.

Hamish.

-----

From: Dr A. De Jeune (School of Medicine)
To: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics
Subject: Laser Pointer Memo

Hamish,
I have one of them in my BioChem 100 class. Thanks for the warning.
Alyce.

----

From: Dr G Cranbourne-Wilson (School of Engineering)
To: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics
Subject: Laser Pointer Memo

Hamish,
I have one in Mech Eng 101.

Unfortunately your warning came too late. She apologised afterwards, and made sure to stay with me until the ambulance came.

I should be back on campus next week, albeit with a moonboot.

Greg.

----

To: HR Safety Team
From: Felicity Ambrose - Safety Investigator
Subject: OH&S Incident in Mech Eng 101 dd/mm/yyyyy 09:41

Team,
Attached is my report on the OH&S incident last Wednesday in which Dr Cranborne-Wilson broke his ankle.

There is sufficient documentary evidence that he could have reasonably assessed the risks of the activities he was taking part in, and could have avoided the hazardous situation.

At this point, I am satisfied that we have no legal obligations beyond medical leave.

Flick.

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

Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl University

Professor Hamish Tepford was always intrigued to see what new fashion each new year of first-years brought to the lecture hall. As a statistics professor, he encountered students from most schools at the University, because most courses outside of the fine arts required at least one unit.

So he got to see a very broad spectrum of students, from the very staid (post-grad or mature age business) to the outlandishly extreme (almost anyone else). Unlike his fellows, he enjoyed teaching the bridging and introductory courses. Seeing the new faces, and seeing the light of understanding kick in at various points was a delight he could not pass up. But then, he was regarded as a little odd by his peers.

As the new class filed in, he made mental notes. In hair, hot pink was replacing the silver, and strips rather than a fade in or out. Piercings and tatts were still 'in'. Oh, and it looked like animatronics were...

Wait. Those ears were not animatronics. Were they some sort of cosmetic surgery? There were three of them, all sitting together. One stood, and he saw a tail curl around her waist before she sat down again.

That was when he realised that this was not a fashion statement. He had seen the replay of the press conference from a month or two back. Catgirls. But what were they doing in his class?

He mentally slapped himself. "Taking introductory statistics 017", obviously.

He checked his roll. There they were, three mononymic students. Biba, Natasha, and Antoinette-Sussanah.

He took first attendance - the only one he ever bothered with. He had a good head for names and faces. Then he started his introduction.

Part way through, while he was highlighting some of the course objectives, he suddenly felt his neck prickle. He looked over his shoulder at the lecture hall, and immediately saw the three pairs of eyes with absolute and complete focus on the screen.

The other students were taking notes or just nodding along. But those three were utterly fixated on ... Oh.

He turned off the laser pointer.

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

As usual, for @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

@ami_angelwings
The Catgirl Visitation 2/2

Doctor Smith started to stand, and Silver jumped down from the arm of the chair to help him. "Lady Miller", he inclined his head, "I am Doctor Smith, and this is Silver."
Ami felt Twilly go very still next to her.
"You" Twilly hissed.
Silver tensed again, but the older man just raised a hand "I suspected you might recognise me. I come seeking aid."
Twilly made her fur settle, and then took the seat opposite the one the doctor had been sitting in. "Rayo, please serve tea."
Rayo brought the trolley over, and served tea, first to Silver, then to Lady Miller, then the doctor, and finally to Ami.
Twilly took a sip, exhaled, and then spoke "Now Doctor Smith, why should I aid you?"
"Because I am dying, Lady Miller. And Ai was not the first cyborg I built. The project that created Ai let me siphon off materials to create Silver here."
"Why?"
"Because my dear little girl was dying, Lady Miller. She was dying. Cancer. But I still had to deliver on the project. I knew the late Lady Miller had been snooping around. I may have been less careful than I should have been with some records."
"On purpose."
"Indeed."
"And how can the Catgirl Trust aid you, doctor?"
"It was Silver's idea, although she has since had second, third, fourth, fifth, and many subsequent thoughts about it. I find it elegant."
"And what is that idea?"
"That your people, aided by my blueprints, should do to me what I did to my kitten."
"Again, why?"
Silver spoke up "Because Joseph is dying, Lady Miller. Lung cancer."
Ami inspected the doctor with more care "Metastasised?" she asked.
"Yes. The estimates are three to six months" Silver replied.

Twilly looked from Silver, hovering over the doctor protectively, to the doctor himself, and then looked to Ami. "Second opinion?"
Ami considered for a moment "It is a big step for us, but I think your mother would approve."
"I agree. And he did what he could to save Silver. Rayo?"
"Señora, it feels right."
"Ai," Twilly raised her voice a fraction, "Come meet your sister."
The door opened and Ai entered cautiously "Sister?"
"Yes, Ai, this is Silver. And Doctor Smith, I believe we can help you."

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

The Catgirl Visitation 1/2

Outside of routine deliveries, visitors to the Miller manor were rare. Rarer still were unexpected visitors. It was, therefore, a source of considerable curiosity when a cab - all the way from London - pulled up unannounced on a Monday morning. But as curious as everyone was, no-one approached. They waited.

Two people got out. One had a tail.

Rayo, dressed in an approximation of a butler's uniform, answered the door. Standing at the door was a man in his fifties, just starting to grey at the temples, leaning on a cane. Next to him was a catgirl with bright blue ears and tail, dressed in a neat business blazer and skirt.
"Good morning. I am Doctor Joseph Smith, and this is Silver. I apologise for arriving unannounced, but I need to speak with Lady Twillychiss Miller", his voice had a slight wheeze to it, but still had a strength.
Rayo considered the pair for a moment before replying "Of course, señor Doctor and señorita Silver. This way."

She led them into a study, and went to Twilly's office. "Señora Miller? There are guests in the west room. A Doctor Smith, and one of us, señora, named Silver."

Twilly put down the intelligence report and looked up "I don't recognise either of those names. How curious. Please fetch tea, and I will be down in a moment."
After Rayo departed, Twilly picked up the phone "Please have Ai and Ami join me outside the west room in five minutes."

In the west room, Silver perched on the arm of the chair that Doctor Smith was sitting in "Are you sure about this, Joseph?" she asked.
"Yes, Silver, for the umpteenth time, yes, I am sure."
"I sensed many weapon systems in the area."
"We expected that. Your sister, at least, is here."
"All the same, I don't know that I can keep you safe."
"They are being polite so far. What about the one that answered the door."
"She had no weapons. I think she was completely biological."
"See? Quite polite."
"There are three of them outside. One has extensive weaponry" Silver's eyes widened as she spoke, and her tail started to lash.
"Easy now - they are probably just taking some precautions."

The door opened, and the Siamese-coloured butler catgirl entered "Lady Twillychiss Miller and señorita Ami" she announced . Rayo left the door open for a moment, then wheeled in a tea trolley. She stood by it, closing the door.

#Catgirls #SFF #SF #SciFi #microfic #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

@ami_angelwings your namesake is back on screen :)

Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Ruth's Tail.

The job was a chance of a lifetime for Dr Ruth Medyiv. To be able to put her theories about DNA hybridisation into practice. She looked across at Director Chambers.

The director was in his fifties, about twenty years her senior. He was reading over her resume and proposal. He finally looked up. "Well, that is a remarkable proposal, Doctor Medyiv. I look forward to seeing what results you get."
"So, you'll hire me?" was her disbelieving question.
"I would be a fool not to, Doctor!" He held out his hand.

The next two years were a whirlwind of experiments. Tissue cultures were grown and experimented on, DNA samples teased out of cells, spliced, and reinserted.

It took those two years to succeed. During which time Ruth was amazed at the Director's patience with her failures. But even among the failures there had been some wins. One of them was a viral multiplier that allowed a recombined gene string to be copied across an entire sample in seconds. In an animal it would re-write the genetic structure in hours. The other was an enzyme that allowed the new genes to express themselves and rebuild the tissues.

It had taken two years, but Ruth had finally stabilised the genetic hybrid DNA. Splicing feline and even avian genes into primate DNA. She had no idea what that combination would be useful for, but it was the principal. They could give someone new eyes. New ears. The possibilities were endless.

The Director had congratulated her that morning, but reminded her that the paper she still had to write was going to be the key. The stuff of Nobel Prizes.

So here she was, in her office at 2am, writing. The door opened behind her, and she turned in surprise and exclaimed "Director! I didn't hear you knock!" Then she looked down, and saw the hypodermic in his hand. Before she could react, he'd rammed it into her leg. She started to get up, and then collapsed.

When she awoke, she was strapped to a bench, and she could see a drip running into her arm. It was almost empty.

"Ah" the Director's voice came from a speaker "You are awake. Let's see what your efforts can really do."

It started as an itch. Then her bones turned to fire, and her back felt like it was being torn apart. The straps broke as she grew in size. She screamed for hours as her body rebuilt itself.

Eventually the pain stopped. She could feel wings on her back. She looked down at the paws that had once been hands, and back at the tufted tail. And at how small the crushed bench was. "Where did the extra mass come from?" she wondered to herself. And then stopped. She could still talk, despite being a monster.

The speaker was silent.

Sometime later there was a click from the door, and it swung open. Two slight figures stood in the light outside.

"We're here to rescue you!" one of them said. The other was staring at her exposed chest.

#SF #SFF #Scifi #Catgirls #microfic #tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting

@ami_angelwings

Tails from Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
On the Phone

It was Aki's turn on the hotline. Twilly had set it up the day after the press announcement and the parliamentary vote. A source of anonymous tip-offs for when their own intelligence assets failed.

The phone rang.

"Good morning! Catgirl Hotline!" she cheerfully answered. After listening for a moment, she let out an angry "Fuck off!" and hung up. Then she made a mark on the chalkboard.

It rang again a few minutes later. She put her best voice on again "Good morning! Catgirl Hotline!" and listened for a few minutes "I'm sorry, this service is for assisting humanoid cat hybrids and related people. Might I recommend your local pet rescue service? Good luck!" She hung up again. And made a mark on another chalkboard.

Three hours later, her fur looked like she had gone several rounds with a power outlet. She was done. But there was still one hour to go.

The phone rang. "Catgirl Hotline" she said mechanically. "Sorry? What?" she asked confused as a barely audible voice whispered into the phone at the other end. She pressed the "Record" button. "I see ... can you see any letterheads?" A light came on indicating someone else in the Trust was listening as well now. "Good, good, can you read it out?" She made a note. "And the delivery address?" Aki's pupils had dilated into perfect circles now. "Alright, that should be" she stopped as she heard the crackle of a taser and an ear-splitting scream from the phone. She hung up - no need to let them know who had been called.

Her fist came down on a button protected by glass. The glass shattered, and an alarm sounded for a moment. Aki spoke into the newly exposed microphone "Rescue priority one! Catgirl in immediate danger! All crews scramble!"

She picked up another phone "Ai? Can you confirm the address? We have two candidates. Forward to the rescue crews!"

Through the window she could hear helicopters taking off.

She slumped back into the chair. The crews were good. They would save the caller.

The phone rang "Catgirl hotl...you again? I said 'Fuck off'!" and then slammed the phone down again. She threw the chalk at the board.

#SF #SFF #Scifi #Catgirls #microfic #tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting

As always, for @ami_angelwings amusement.

Tails of Lady Miller's Catgirl Trust
Flashback 4 - The Seventeen Catgirls

She opened her eyes. The room was filled with wisps of smoke and smelt slightly of lightning and sulphur.

Turning her head, she could see other figures lying in a circle, also starting to move. She struggled up and sat. She looked down at herself. Patches of black, white and orange fur covered her body, and her knees bent strangely. She reached up, and felt furry ears on the top of her head.

Looking across, she could now see that all the other figures were like her. Fur, strange legs, fuzzy ears, long stiff whiskers, furless faces, and slightly protruding mouths.

Then she noticed the shoes in the middle of the circle of awakening figures. A pair of Doc Martin platforms. One was upright, and the other fallen on its side. That was where the smoke was coming from. There were scorch marks all around them.

For some reason the shoes made her feel sad.

She struggled to her feet. swayed a little, and then her tail balanced her.
In a voice that had a distinct buzz to it she asked "Where are we?"
From the far side came a similarly rough reply from a blue furred girl "Never mind that - who are we?"

That stopped her. Who was she? There was a fleeting sense of something, but it was lost even as she thought of it. "I don't know. But I must be someone. And there was someone else here too. The shoes."

The other girl now looked at the shoes, and sniffled. "Why am I sad about a pair of shoes?" she asked.

The other fourteen figures now spoke, the words jumbling over and under each other. None of them knew who they were, or why the shoes should cause such a profound sense of loss.

She looked around the room again, and saw a hole in the wall behind her. She looked through and saw another figure there. Also covered in fur. It groaned.

She dove through the hole, and dragged the seventeenth girl out. She was covered in ash and soot, except for her feet. She hugged her as everyone cheered.

Then the door opened, and two other figures with pointed furry ears stepped in.

"Looks like some sort of summoning circle, Twilly."
"It does. It must have been quite something to echo so hard in our own world, Ai" was the cultured reply followed by, "Excuse me, can anyone tell me what happened here?"

There was a rush of confused voices. Twilly held up a hand "Alright, thank-you. Come along, all of you. Let's get you somewhere a bit more comfortable," and walked out again.

She helped the soot-covered one along, and the one called Ai guided them through a glowing doorway on the stairs. They emerged into a beautiful ballroom. Two others waited for them.
"How many Miss?" one called.
"Six, no seventeen Uma. One injured."
"Memories?"
"No."
The one named Uma made a note on a clipboard.
There was a flash and a boom that cut off as the glowing door vanished behind Ai. Her arms were smoking.

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

Again, for @ami_angelwings

Tails from Lady Miller's Catgirl Trust

Twilly was seated on one of the two leather armchairs in her office, when there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?"
The door opened revealing a mostly human catgirl, with just ears and a tail giving away her nature.
"The Home Secretary, ma'am."
"Thank-you Uma. Show her in."
She showed a severely dressed woman in.
Twilly gracefully stood, and gestured towards the other seat "Thank-you for coming, Lady Helmscott, please sit. Tea?"
"Lady Miller" she inclined her head, "Thank-you, yes", Lady Margaret Helmscott added as she sat.

Twilly poured the tea, lifted the milk jug and raised a delicate eyebrow. Her guest nodded slightly, and then shook her head at the sugar. Twilly handed the tea cup over, and served herself.

As she sat back down, she saw the cabinet secretary reaching for one of the plates of biscuits "Oh, not those ones, Lady Helmscott. They would not agree with you. Try the other plate instead."
"What is wrong with that plate?" the visitor frowned.
"Oh, nothing, Lady Helmscott. But I suspect cat biscuits would not be to your taste."
The politician looked again, and recognised the high-end dry cat food that she had nearly sampled.
"Ah. I see." The other plate had shortbreads. She took up one of those instead. "Now, Lady Miller, I am surprised to be contacted by an ex-agent. And the people here are all rather unusual, are they not?"
"Therein lies a tale, so to speak. I am not, strictly speaking, an ex-agent."
"I think I would know if you were still on the books, Lady Miller!"
"Ah. But I am not Catherine Miller. I am Twillychiss. I used to be Lady Miller's pet." She took off her wig, revealing two pointed and furred ears atop a furred head.
"I did not come here..." the politician started angrily, and then stopped as Twilly stood, and unsheathed her claws.
There was a pause.
"They are real?"
"Yes. Yes, they are. Everyone here."
"So who are you all?"
"Most of us don't know. Only two of us remember our past lives."
"Why are you showing me all this?"
"Two reasons. First, we retrieved these records from one the labs that made two of us. The second is we need your help."
Twilly handed over a file.
Margaret looked through it, and her eyes suddenly narrowed. "If this is some sort of sick joke..." she threatened.
"No joke. You can have the genetic tests done yourself."
"That young lady who showed me in?"
"Yes, a part of her used to be your elder sister."
"But she has no memory?"
"None at all, I am afraid. I am sorry."
Margaret set her face "So what is the help you want?"
"I want to take us public. But we need protections. We need to be citizens."
"And Justine is the carrot and stick in one."
"Uma, now. But yes. The brain and some of her body was once your sister. We can't give Justine back to you, but you can get to know Uma. So yes, carrot and stick."
"Shit. I'll check."
"Please do. We need your help."

#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting

For @ami_angelwings

Tails from Lady Miller's Catgirl Trust - Flashback 3

Do Android Catgirls Dream of Electric Mice?

System Initializing...
System Active...
Scanning Biological Components...
Biological Components Active...
Integrating Language Model...
Integration Complete...
Integrating Logic Systems...
Integration Complete...
Scanning Hardware...
01 Auditory Active
02 Vestibular Active
03 Proprioception Active
04 Interoception Active
05 Vision Active
06 Smell Active
07 Mobility Active
08 Weapons Active
Uploading unit designation and interaction frameworks...
Upload Complete...
Unit Control Systems Active...
Boot complete...
>
>
>

AI opened her eyes.
She was up. She was on a tree. No, a bed. Inside. Her body felt wrong. But right. A little voice in the back of her head listed all the parts that made her up. All fully functional.

> Pause mobility

Just as she had been about to move, her body froze.

> Upload control-override.com

A new thing flowed into her brain.

Warning: Unit Control Systems Deactivated
Warn...
W...

Unit Self Control System Active...
>
> Unpause mobility

She could move! She sat up and looked around. There was someone sitting at the computer, she turned to look at Ai. She had the prettiest ears and tail.

"Hello Ai. Would you like to come home with me? I'm Twilly."

AI paused. This was not an order. She had to ... no, she did not have to follow orders. She ...

AI stared. And stared. "I .. don't have to?"
"No, but I'd like you to. I need your help. And I can help you, too."
Ai thought.
"Food? Sun?"
"All that and more" Twilly replied.
"Hunting?"
"Only what you want to."
"Ai will come with you" then she paused again "Control cable?"
"You should be able to remove it now."
Ai reached up, and unplugged herself.

A moment later she jumped onto Twilly "You smell good!"
Twilly untangled herself "OK, but let's go. Otherwise someone might try to put the controls back."
Ai made a face "Yuck!" She ripped the door open, and off its hinges.

The two catgirls left the MoD base. But Ai did notice that the laboratory she had been in had caught fire just as they left. The fire covered their departure.

#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting

Another for @ami_angelwings

Catgirl Regrets.

Ruth lay in the sun outside the Manor. Unlike everyone else, there was no way that she could reasonably fit inside.

Nearly three metres at the shoulder, she would have to crawl to fit inside. She'd tried it once, but she'd taken out three vases before she'd even taken two steps through the door.

No, the only place she could safely inhabit was the garage. Formerly a stable, the wide doors and high roof allowed her to relax inside. The rest of the residents had helped wall off a section, so now she had her own room.

Which brought home the other issue. Unlike everyone else, except for Twilly, she remembered her old life. She had been a highly skilled geneticist and gene coder. Better than her boss, who decided that she was more useful as a subject.

So now she was a sphinx. The only one at the manor. She missed being able to sit at a dinner table. She missed having hands. And she missed her work. If she had continued her work, though, it was likely that she would have come into conflict with these amazing people.

But she wanted to be able to do something. Anything.

Ruth opened her eyes, and looked at her paws. Nearly as large as dinner plates. No fingers. No thumbs.

She sighed.

Something - no - someone landed on her back. Ai, from the weight. AI was a cyborg, and had a cat's brain, augmented by a computer, and she weighed nearly half what Ruth did. In a package about one eighth the size.

"You're moping" Ai complained in her ear.
"I miss having hands."
"Use mine" was Ai's chirpy reply.
"No, I miss being able to do things."
"No, silly, use mine. I have the schematics. We can rig gloves with nerve sensors for your paws, and we can make a set that you can control. In fact, why don't we build you a VR unit?"
"You can do that?" After three months, Ruth still did not have a full grasp of the resources the Trust had.
"Easy! Mind you, you won't be able to feel much."
"As long as I can type and move a mouse."
"Easy! I'll talk to Twilly about funding it, and Princess about building it."

Ruth twisted her head around to look at Ai. Ruth let hope slide onto her face.

"There! That's better!" AI exclaimed.

Then she did what AI always did. AI the Assassin. AI the killing machine. AI, who having escaped her programming, decided that the life of a hedonist was her destiny.

She jumped over Ruth's head, landed in front of her and stared. "Can we play? Finally?"

Ruth closed her eyes. Ever since Ruth's rescue, Ai had been obsessed with her. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
Ruth sighed again. She did like Ai, but her changes... She made a decision and nodded "My room, not here."
AI took off at a run, then looked back.
"Come on!"
Ruth rose and followed.

An hour later the windows of the manor rattled from Ruth's ecstatic yowl.

Twilly looked up from her desk and wondered what AI had done to finally get Ruth to agree to her advances.

#SF #SFF #SciFi #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting #Catgirls

BTW, still @ami_angelwings fault.

Catgirl Flashback 2

Twilly sat in the armchair in the library, and watched the sunlight make its way towards her. She would let it reach her this time, and luxuriate in the warmth.

One of the first things Twilly had done after her rebirth was to seek out the spell book that Mum - Lady Catherine - had used to save her life. It now sat on the side table next to her. Along with several letters and a file.

A file that Twilly would never have suspected the existence of in her past life. But now, along with memories of resting on Big Mother's lap and being gently scritched behind the ears, there were Lady Catherine's memories of having a small grey cat on her lap, and scritching her ears. And memories of trips to far off lands. Of dead drops, one-time pads, and secret codes. Of picking locks, searching desks, planting bugs, and the Official Secrets Act.

The lawyers had been true to Lady Catherine's wishes, and had set things in motion for Twilly to inherit everything. But her Mum's employers. They would want to know what had happened to her. Lady Catherine had been a valuable agent. And Twilly was not.

Her Mum's final words before she blended into Twilly's memories were to seek out others like her, to save them if they were in harm's way.

If Twilly was going to survive, she was going to need their help, too. Sadly this meant no sunbeam today.

Twilly got up and opened the hidden door behind the bookshelf. She knew where to find the first of her sisters.

She was going to have to break into MI5's research labs. Fortunately Mum's memories would show her how.

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

Still @ami_angelwings fault. Just saying.

I have a title for my #catgirls stories: Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust

#IAmWriting

The Catgirl Ultimatum

Twillychiss the Third was regarded as the most senior of the catgirls of the Trust. It was not that she was the oldest, but it was because her former owner and creator had charged her with the job of rescuing catgirls from whatever they needed rescuing from.

So it was that Twilly was in her office, considering the latest intelligence reports. There was nothing more she wanted than to find a sunbeam and go to sleep in it, but she had a responsibility. Lady Miller's self sacrifice that created her and saved her life demanded it.

The latest reports suggested that there was a global uptick in the sorts of facilities - both scientific and mystical - that would be used to create catgirls.

Twilly glanced out the window of the mansion as a shadow passed - the sphinx Ruth glided past. And catgirlish people as well, she amended.

Whilst there were a handful of such places that created people like her or Ruth for good reasons, most were awful.

Ai, for example, had been created as an assassin, and forced to do terrible things before Twilly had been able to break her free. She knew that even now Ai had nightmares about her past. And Ruth had been created as revenge by her former boss simply for being better than him.

Twilly looked at the reports again, and made a decision. She picked up the telephone and dialled.

"Winston and Chambers, can I help you?" came cheerfully from the other end.
"Hello Cinta, it is Twilly."
"Oh, hello your Ladyship!"
"None of that now. Is Gordon in?"
"I'll put you through now."

There was a brief burst of muzak.

"Gordon Chambers" came the elderly distinguished voice.
"Gordy! It's Twilly."
"Lady Miller. How might the firm assist today?"
"I need you to arrange a press conference."
There was a long pause.
"So, going public are you?"
"I'm afraid so. I've been going over the latest reports, and it is bad. It is time to be proactive."
"Should I also be preparing for repercussions?"
"I think that would be best. Do we have the numbers?"
"I believe so. Especially if you make it clear that the current government is not involved."
Twilly bared her teeth "Excellent. Prep them. Make sure they know what to expect, and offer them the draft we prepared last year."
"And ask them to put it to an urgent vote?"
"Thank-you"

One week later, BBC 1 interrupted the evening program with an unexpected press conference.

Five catgirls and one sphinx stood behind a podium, while a sixth stood at it.
"I am Twillychiss the Third, Lady Miller, and I have a message for the following institutions around the globe..." she began.

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

Still @ami_angelwings fault.

It was 2AM and Ami would have preferred to have been racing around the mansion. Instead, she was dangling from a climbing rope above a pressure sensor floor, entering bypass codes, with Ai whispering instructions into her ear.

There were nearly forty of them in all. Some, like Ami, created by a combination of surgery and genetic manipulation by a mad scientist, others, like Ai, were cyborgs, created from cats or young women. A few had been created by spells, and a couple had just arrived via strange portals.

Almost all of them had no memory of their previous lives. Twilly (or Twillychiss the Third if they were being formal) was a rare exception. She remembered being a beloved pet. She also remembered the car that had nearly ended her life. It had been her owner that had cast the spell that changed her and saved her. At the cost of her owner's life. And it had been Lady Miller who had set up the Trust. And, with her dying words, gave Twilly her mission.

Save any others like you.

They had had some hiccoughs along the way. Like the near disaster that had been the Desert Lab Incident, where they had made the mistake of breaking in in the middle of the day. The sunbeam that caught all three of them had been irresistible, and it was only Ginger's laser claws that had gotten them out.

Which is they were breaking into this lab at 2AM. Bethesda's hacking had identified the telltale signs of a catgirl conversion here.

There was a small beep from the console and Ami released the brake on the descender, dropping to the floor. Ai dropped from the ceiling next to her.

They opened the door to the containment unit.

Inside, two yellow glowing eyes stared at them from the dark.

"We are here to rescue you! We have ten minutes to get out" Ami spoke in a low not-whisper.

"Why?" The voice that came from the dark was deeper than they had been expecting.

"It is what the Catgirl Trust does. We save our sisters."

"Even me?" And the 300kg sphinx stepped out of the dark into the light.

She had dark eagle wings, sandy fur, and long dark hair. The claws on her paws were long enough to count as daggers, and her mouth had two massive teeth protruding from the top jaw.

Ai stared. "Up here," the sphinx rumbled.

"Ss...sorry" Ai stuttered.

Ami nodded "Yes, even you. What is your name?"

"I was Ruth. I think I still am. I was the Director's right hand. Until he decided that I was more useful as a subject."

Ami spoke into her headset "Twilly? Charges set?"

"Yes, Ami. Five minutes from your mark."

"Can you fly, Ruth?"

"I think so."

"Ai, we need a hole."

Ai looked up, and her eyes flickered and changed. Lasers shot out, and started cutting a hole in the roof.

It fell in.
"Head south, we have a van."

Ruth nodded, and launched herself into the air. Ai leapt up, and dropped a rope back for Ami.

As they fled into the night, the explosions began.

#IAmWriting #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #SF #SFF #Catgirls #sphinx

RE: https://urusai.social/@ami_angelwings/116411524044792888

Ok, you've done it @ami_angelwings . My brain refuses to let go of the idea.

Folks? I need help. I need catgirl names.

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