A woman adopts a cat from a shelter only to learn her new pet isn't all it seems.
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In this short story, by Candace Sams (writing as C.S. Chatterly)...a woman finds there are magical qualities to her adopted cat named 'Trouble'. This title is for adults only, please. Man Trouble Ian O'Rourke must spend the rest of eternity as a cat unless he can get a woman to fall in love with him. But what woman could look beyond the spell enchanting him and find the man inside? This title is available now.
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Excerpt
Life as a cat wasn’t all that bad. But he yearned for an existence of not having to hunt for food, hide from well-meaning animal control officers, or worry over such monumental details as someone finally defeating the magic and cutting off his testicles. That would never happen, even if it meant his life. If, on the rare chance he could find a woman he could love, and who would love him in return, then this feline existence would be over. By old Esme’s command, Trevor had to do the same, or the spell under which they lived would go on forever. That was their curse.
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Excerpt:
An Excerpt From: MAN TROUBLE
Copyright © C.S. CHATTERLY, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“You know, I don’t understand why somebody at the shelter didn’t neuter you. It might have made you less apt to wander and get picked up by animal control.”
Ian stopped his winding motion and cried plaintively. There was no man or woman on earth who’d come close to committing that horrifically criminal act to his person. Luckily, the magic surrounding their curse had thus far eliminated that catastrophic event. Old Hester had made it plain she wanted both Reggie and himself to have urges for women that they couldn’t satisfy. That was part of their penance. Still, in the unlikely event that magic should ever fail, he and Reggie had always escaped captivity before the veterinarian was called.
Marian laughed when the cat jumped onto the back of the sofa, tilted its head pitifully and cried long and hard. “I could almost imagine you knew what I just said and didn’t like it. But I’m afraid if you stay here, that’s what has to happen. I can’t have you spraying all over the furniture. I’ll probably have you declawed, too.”
Again, Ian cried in a loud pitiful tone that should have awakened the dead. He picked up one paw and batted the air in Marian’s general direction, trying to get her to understand she couldn’t do any such thing. Of course, he had the power to just open his mouth and talk. But what if this sweet, mousy little person had a heart defect and died from shock at having heard a cat’s uttered words? Or what if she somehow managed to prove to others that he could speak? He’d be caged forever—possibly Reggie would be as well. No, Hester had left him as an animal that was crafty at escape. He could carefully use that caginess and connive his way to being free again. It had worked before and it would work now. There was little to like about his life except that fact. Thankfully he and Reggie hadn’t been turned into snakes or toads.
Still, life as a cat wasn’t all that bad. But he yearned for an existence of not having to hunt for food, hide from well-meaning animal control officers or worry over such monumental details as someone finally defeating the magic and cutting off his testicles. That would never happen, even if it meant his life. If, on the faint chance he could find a woman he could love—who would love him in return—then this feline existence would be over.
Marian continued to laugh at Trouble’s antics as she methodically cleaned her flat just in case she should ever have visitors. Not likely, since she roughly estimated the number of her friends was the same as that of a deep ocean sponge, but there was always a chance. On Friday night, she’d probably be buying another TV dinner, popping some more popcorn and watching another old movie. That was her life in all its mundane glory. At least she’d have Trouble to keep her company.
After cleaning and double-checking that her door was securely locked for the night, she padded into her bedroom, amused to see that Trouble bounced along behind her. He jumped up on the bed, tilted his head again and seemed to wait for her to undress. For some silly reason, having him watch her with those cobalt-blue eyes was a bit unnerving. He looked her over in a way that was definitely not very catlike.
“Why don’t you dive into that fresh bowl of Kitty-Ditties I put out for you? There’s a nice clean bowl of water, too,” she senselessly communicated.
Ian meowed, rolled on his back and continued to stare up at her. Of all the food he’d eaten as a cat, bugs included, Kitty-Ditties absolutely sucked the most. They tasted the way drywall looked. Besides, he was more interested in finding a way to escape. By staying near her, that chance would present itself soon.
Marian turned her back and pulled her wool sweater off over her head. Peeking back over her shoulder, she saw Trouble still lying there, watching her. She waved a hand in his general direction. “Go on. Scat. Go eat your food or find a roach to chase.”
Roaches? How droll. Did she think all cats hunted those? Well, maybe they did, but he was a cat of a different ilk. He refused to leave, instead getting to his feet and walking across the quilted bedspread toward her. After reaching the end of the bed, he pointedly sat and stared at her. If she was his new owner, he had every right to see what lay under all the layers of clothing, even if what he viewed matched her dreary exterior trappings.
Still facing away, Marian pulled off one of the T-shirts she always wore under her bulkier sweaters. Then she unfastened her black bra and tossed it toward the clothes hamper.
Ian sat up and did a double take. Underneath all the layers of clothing, a veritable butterfly was emerging. His senses had detected the faint aroma of a floral-based body wash, now he could begin to see the sumptuous little body that matched the fragrance. Even in cat form, his human virility responded. Ever ready to watch a lovely lady undress, he wasn’t about to move an inch. Damn Hester and her curse! He’d end up wanting this creature before him and be totally unable to do a single thing about his desire.
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