Cat and Mouse
For Katherine Stapleton (aka Kitty), being a shape-shifter isn’t nearly as glamorous as the novels and movies make it out to be. It isn’t all raw, animalistic sex and superhuman physical prowess. There’s also the hairballs.
Kitty has spent her entire life being a less-than-perfect were-cat. She can’t control her animal changes, so she decides to excel at matters human. After a decade of worldly successes, she’s back home for her ten-year high school reunion. Yet, she feels just as insignificant as she did back in school — except with Sam Philmore, a fellow D.C. lawyer and past classmate. And her former secret crush. In just three days Kitty gets the bad memories, the good times, the bitter truth, and a mouthful of one very sexy man who just happens to be a mouse sometimes…
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In my book Cat and Mouse, released October 20th from Freya’s Bower, my hero and heroine are both shifters. But they aren’t the cool or glamorous kind. Since the name of the book is Cat and Mouse, I guess I won’t be revealing much in saying that one is a cat and the other a mouse.
The heroine mentions early on in the book that she knows some were-lizards, were-turtles and were-otters (they just lie on their backs and do cute little things with their hands.) So if you were capable of changing into an animal and all the super cool options given to us by books and movies were unavailable, what sort of shifter would you be?
Lets say, for the sake of this exercise, that you also can’t chose cat or mouse, because lets give the hero and heroine their moment in the were-sun. I think, if pressed, I would choose to be a were-fox. I’d like to tell you there’s some deep, significant reason for this. But the truth is I just think foxes are cool. And female foxes are called vixens. How fantastic is that for a moniker? Rock on, little vixen. Rock on.
I also think it might be kind of fun to be a were-monkey. You could take a break from a hard day at the office by flinging yourself around off the ceiling and throwing crap at people. Slightly gross yes, but I bet it would be immensely more satisfying then lodging a formal complaint with the proper authorities.
Just for the sake of doing things in threes, it might be a lot of fun to be a were-parrot. You sit on people, eat with impunity because people keep shoving crackers in your mouth and no one would ever hold you responsible for anything you say. Don’t blame me. I’m a parrot.
So what about you? What sort of under rated animal would you change into? Personally, I also wouldn’t mind being this thing.