by Dweezil, from BLOOD SECRETS, book 2 of the Alexandra Sabian series by Jeannie Holmes
You may assume that being a cat entitles me to an easy life. You would be correct. My kind has been worshipped as gods for ages. We are intelligent. We are beautiful. We are focused in our—Bird! On the balcony!
What was I talking about? Oh yes. I’m a cat. My name is Dweezil, by the way. It’s a funny name, I know, but considering an unfortunate sibling was graced with the name “Princess Fairyblossom von Sparkleton,” I’ll accept Dweezil. Besides, my companion is a vampire. It’s not like her mind works in the same way as a human.
I know what you’re thinking: “Oh, scary vampire! How can you live with a bloodthirsty monster?” Actually, Alexandra—She prefers to be called Alex, but I find it too strange to call a woman by a man’s name.—isn’t your typical vampire. First of all, she’s a police officer, a federal agent to be exact. She’s very nice when she isn’t stressing out over some random act of—What is that wonderful smell?
‘nip! Oh, Green Mousey Toy! I thought I lost you to the Big Squishy Cushion Thing! I love you, Green Mousey Toy. I’m never letting you out of my sight again… What was that? Are you talking to me, Green Mousey Toy? I am not! Take it back! You little… Run away! Hide under the Big Chilly Kitchen Box! See if I care… Stupid Green Mousey Toy…
Gosh, I’m tired. It’s been nice talking to you, but if I’m going to keep my eye on What’s His Face tonight I should probably sleep for a few hours…or ten, just to be safe. Can’t be too careful when dealing with vampires, even nice ones, right?
Thanks for stopping by. Good night.