Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Morton the Cat

The most feedback I receive from reading fans is usually about Morton, the genetically-altered, talking cat.  He is quite a character and perhaps the hardest for me to write.  Like most cats, he tends to be stubborn and ONLY does what HE wants to do.  I cannot force him to say anything, and "Cat got your tongue?" only makes him glare.  Needless to say, when he does appear, I have no other choice than to write what speaks.

Without adding a spoiler, here's one scene with Morton:

Daniel opened the door that led to the garage.  “The drive to the airport is an hour long.”
Morton grimaced.  “I’m not flying in a pet carrier.  No way, no how.  It’s just not my style.”
“You won’t have to.  I have a friend who has his own private plane.  He’s agreed to fly us to Jersey.”
“That’s more like it.  Just because Helmsby didn’t bother giving me wings doesn’t mean I can’t have some luxury.”
Daniel opened the front car door.  Morton hopped in and took his place in the passenger seat.  After Daniel backed out of the garage, Morton turned the heat on and aimed a vent full blast at his face.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing like a fluffy cat face to break women’s hearts.”
“I doubt we’ll see any women on this trip.”
“All the same, I have to look my best.”
Daniel shook his head.  “And what’s that about Felicia wanting you to tell other cats, ‘Hello?’”
“I had to tell her something, so I told her I had a cat party to go to.”
“Ahh, I see.”
“I have dreams too, you know?  A world of talking cats makes my existence less awkward.”
“How’s that?”
“How would you feel if you were the only human that could talk?  It gets a bit lonely from a cat’s perspective.”
“That makes sense.”
“I usually do.”
“I wasn’t trying to undermine you.”
“I know, but I’m logical.  I’m the Spock of cats.”
Daniel gave Morton a side glance.  “Watching Star Trek again?”
Morton shrugged.  “Marathon on cable.  What can I say?”
“You watch too much television.”
The cat made a Vulcan hand sign.  “Live long and prosper.”
Daniel sighed.  “This is going to be a long trip.”

This cat already has two bloggers ready to interview him.  The feline is ready to bask in the limelight, too.  Already, he's creeping more into other stories and cannot wait for his debut on the BIG screen.  For those of you who adore him, give him a shout out here.  And for those not yet exposed to finicky ways, find him in my series.


  1. Morton, you know I adore you. It was love I first read; there is something cute and deliciously wicked about your attitude that makes me want to know EVERYTHING and then some about you. So... are you coming out to play soon? Um, will you bring any other sardonic furry beings with you?

  2. Magaly, the feeling is puuurrrfectly mutual. One of my regrets is that Helmsby didn't make me a black cat. Imagine how much easier I could roam after hours and more witches would covet me. Of course, I couldn't have tamed Daniel as my owner with a different shade of fur.

    Well, Kip is calling. My turn to deal.

  3. Morton luv, the color of your fur means nothing to this Witch--I'm in luvvvv with your wicked wit and awesome coolness.

    Tell Kip and the rest of the boys that I have a bag of Cheetos with their name on it.