Cats in Space and Other Places by Bill Fawcett (best book recommendations txt) 📗
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"I really don't . . ." Almodie began and went no further.
Kim came floating across the torus while Keeper was shouting in the opposite direction. The cat checked himself against a slender shroud and looked straight at Crown. "Yess?"
"Keeper, shut that junk off." The music died abruptly. Voices rose, then died abruptly too. "Well, cat, talk."
"Shshall ssing insstead," Kim announced and began an eerie caterwauling that had a pattern but was not Spar's idea of music.
"It's an abstraction," Almodie breathed delightedly. "Listen, Crown, that was a diminished seventh."
"A demented third, I'd say," Phanette commented from the other side.
Crown signed them to be quiet.
Kim finished with a high trill. He slowly looked around at his baffled audience and then began to groom his shoulder.
Crown gripped a ridge of the torus with his left hand and said evenly, "Since you will not talk to us, will you talk to our dog?"
Kim stared at Hellhound sucking his Bloody Mary. His eyes widened, their pupils slitted, his lips writhed back from needle-like fangs.
He hissed, "Schschweinhund!"
Hellhound launched himself, hind paws against the palm of Crown's left hand, which threw him forward toward the left, where Kim was dodging. But the cat switched directions, rebounding hindward from the next shroud. The dog's white-jagged jaws snapped sideways a foot from their mark as his great-chested black body hurtled past.
Hellhound landed with four paws in the middle of a fat drunk, who puffed out his wind barely before his swallow, but the dog took off instantly on reverse course. Kim bounced back and forth between shrouds. This time hair flew when jaws snapped, but also a rigidly spread paw slashed.
Crown grabbed Hellhound by his studded collar, restraining him from another dive. He touched the dog below the eye and smelled his fingers. "That'll be enough, boy," he said. "Can't go around killing musical geniuses." His hand dropped from his nose to below the torus and came up loosely fisted. "Well, cat, you've talked with our dog. Have you a word for us?"
"Yess!" Kim drifted to the shroud nearest Crown's face. Spar pushed off to grab him back, while Almodie gazed at Crown's fist and edged a hand toward it.
Kim loudly hissed, "Hellzz sspawn! Ffiend!"
Both Spar and Almodie were too late. From between two of Crown's fisted fingers a needle-stream jetted and struck Kim in his open mouth.
After what seemed to Spar a long time, his hand interrupted the stream. Its back burned acutely.
Kim seemed to collapse into himself, then launched himself away from Crown, toward the dark, open-jawed.
Crown said, "That's mace, an antique weapon like Greek fire, but well-known to our folk. The perfect answer to a witch cat."
Spar sprang at Crown, grappled his chest, tried to butt his jaw. They moved away from the torus at half the speed with which Spar had sprung.
Crown got his head aside. Spar closed his gums on Crown s throat. There was a snick. Spar felt wind on his bare back. Then a cold triangle pressed his flesh over his kidneys. Spar opened his jaws and floated limp. Crown chuckled.
A blue fuzz-glare, held by a brewo, made everything in the Bat Rack look more corpse-like than larboard light. A voice commanded, "Okay, folks, break it up. Go home. We're closing the place."
Sleepday dawned, drowning the fuzz-glare. The cold triangle left Spur's back. There was another snick. Saying, "Bye-bye, baby," Crown pushed off through the white glare toward four women's faces and one dog's. Phanette's and Doucette's faintly red-mottled ones were close beside Hellhound's, as if they might be holding his collar.
Spar sobbed and began to hunt Kim. After a while Suzy came to help him. The Bat Rack emptied. Spar and Suzy cornered Kim. Spar grasped the cat around the chest. Kim's forelegs embraced his wrist, claws pricking. Spar got out the pouch Doc had given him and shoved its mouth between Kim's jaws. The claws dug deep. Taking no note of that, Spar gently sprayed. Gradually the claws came out and Kim relaxed. Spar hugged him gently. Suzy bound up Spar's wounded wrist.
Keeper came up followed by two brewos, one of them Ensign Drake, who said, "My partner and I will watch today by the aft and starboard hatches." Beyond them the Bat Rack was empty.
Spar said, "Crown has a knife." Drake nodded.
Suzy touched Spar's hand and said, "Keeper, I want to stay here tonight. I'm scared."
Keeper said, "I can offer you a shroud."
Drake and his mate dove slowly toward their posts. Suzy squeezed Spar's hand. He said, rather heavily, "I can offer you my shroud, Suzy."
Keeper laughed and, after looking toward the Bridge men, whispered, "I can offer you mine, which, unlike Spar, I own. And moonmist. Otherwise, the passageways."
Suzy sighed, paused, then went off with him.
Spar miserably made his way to the fore-corner. Had Suzy expected him to fight Keeper? The sad thing was that he no longer wanted her, except as a friend. He loved Crown's new girl. Which was sad too.
He was very tired. Even the thought of new eyes tomorrow didn't interest him. He clipped his ankle to a shroud and tied a rag over his eyes. He gently clasped Kim, who had not spoken. He was asleep at once.
He dreamed of Almodie. She looked like Virgo, even to the white dress. She held Kim, who looked sleek as polished black leather. She was coming toward him, smiling. She kept coming without getting closer.
Much later—he thought—he woke in the drip of withdrawal. He sweat and shook, but that was minor. His nerves were jumping. Any moment, he was sure, they would twitch all his muscles into a stabbing spasm of sinew-snapping agony. His thoughts were moving so fast he could hardly begin to understand one in ten. It was like speeding through a curving, ill-lit passageway ten times faster than the main drag. If he touched a wall, he
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