Sunday, 30 September 2018

Furry Fabulousness with All The B Team on The Sunday Selfies


Supurr Sunday salutations pawesome pals

Welcome to another selfie selection and as it's been an awfully long time since we shared a collage of the entire crew, today here we are in all our furry fabulousness!

And so our theme is:

Furry Fabulousness with All The B Team

cat selfies from The B Team

The B Team... together furever...


Mew may remember last Caturday we had a little give-away on our sponsored Catit post, and today we get to announce who won the epically epic Flower Water Fountain, are mew ready fur the winner? Of course mew are, so without further ado...

THE WINNER IS:

Spike the Scottish Black Cat 

Congratulations dude, we hope mew like it, we love ours!

We'll get it posted to mew next week!



We do hope mew're all having a great weekend and we'll be back on the morrow with speshal guest post all about vaccinating your kitten, and no that isn't a hint that The B Team is expanding...  

Wishing mew a supurr chillaxed day 

Bestest Sunday Purrs

The B Team 



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Friday, 28 September 2018

Feline Fiction on Fridays at Amber's Library #73 ~ featuring ~ **Bad Luck Cat Mystery Series** Books 1 - 3 by Kay Finch

Welcome To


With Amber ~ The Best Library Kitty in the entire Mewton~Clawson Parish


Supurr salutations pawesome furriends

*waves paw*

Hello gorgeous library guests and welcome to my private library

Now as mew know, I'm usually here on Wednesday's, many apologies fur the confusion but The Pet Parade changed days a while back, and so I decided to take offur Friday as it was feeling a little lonely aftur being abandoned aftur 4+ years of constant use on The PP.  

Therefore I now claim effury Friday between September and May fur my furry own and I'm delighted to welcome mew all to my furry furst...

FELINE FICTION ON FRIDAY'S   

Now that explanation is done, I have to tell mew what happened this week...

Mew remember that uber cute bed Smooch was posing in on Sunday?  Well actually that's my bed, it was made especially just fur me, and then he got his bum on it and all offur it - eeeewwww!  But that's not the wurst part, I had moved it to the other end of the catservatory, away from all the hustle and bustle of the climbing post and other stuff, and yesterday morning when I went to go and recline in the warmth - guess what?

Smooch had widdled on it!!!
OH MY COD can mew believe he polluted, contaminated and generally besmirched my brand new bed - Basil where are mew? Smooch needs a nappy or his pee pee taping up during the night!

Furriends when I tell mew I was mortified, I was supurr, mega, epically mortified!

Then to exacerbate this already heinous situation, I saw security footage of Fudge and Pandora using my new bed too... obviously before the widdle incident!

Can mew believe it?

IS NOTHING SACRED ANY MORE????????

So anyhoo, my new bed is now in the Bio-Hazard Decontamination Room in the bunker and hopefully aftur several deep cleaning sessions I may get it back, or the P.A. might have to take the fabric off and put some new on it. PPFFFFTTTTT!!!!

And now I think it's time to share this weeks book.

This week I'm sharing

Bad Luck Cat Mystery Series Books 1 - 3


by


               

**FYI the above Amazon.co.uk images are an affiliate links. I will get a rather modest commission should mew decide to click through and purrchase it**


Here's the book blurb:

Black Cat Crossing (Bad Luck Cat Mystery) BK1

In the first in this cat-filled cozy series, aspiring mystery author Sabrina Tate is about to discover that when it comes to solving murders, her new feline friend Hitchcock is a master of sleuthing...

Sabrina has never been the superstitious type. Still, when she moves to Lavender, Texas, to write her first novel and help her Aunt Rowe manage her vacation rental business, Sabrina can't avoid listening to the rumors that a local black cat is a jinx--especially after the stray in question leads her directly to the scene of a murder.
The deceased turns out to be none other than her Aunt Rowe's awful cousin Bobby Joe Flowers, a known cheat and womanizer who had no shortage of enemies. The only problem is that Aunt Rowe and Bobby Joe had quarreled just before the cousin turned up dead, leaving Rowe at the top of the long list of suspects. Now it's up to Sabrina to clear her aunt's name. Luckily for her, she's got a new sidekick, Hitchcock the Bad Luck Cat, to help her sniff out clues and stalk a killer before Aunt Rowe winds up the victim of even more misfortune...

304 Pages ~ 8 hours 3 mins

The Black Cat Knocks on Wood BK2


Zany Aunt Rowe is keeping Sabrina from working on her latest novel; Rowe has signed up for the upcoming Texas Hill Rodeo, even though she has no experience with lassos or even horseback riding. But before Sabrina can do anything about it, a bigger problem arises. A local business owner is found dead, right after a black cat was seen in her office. While the townsfolk think the bad luck cat has struck again, Sabrina suspects there might be something more murderous afoot. With a twisted killer on the loose, she'll have to round up clues quickly.

304 pages ~ 8 hours 15 mins

The Black Cat Sees His Shadow BK3  


The town of Lavender, Texas is buzzing with tourists, and local businesses are pulling out all the stops for the annual Pumpkin Days Festival. On the eve of opening day, Sabrina comes face-to-face with her doppelgänger, Tia Hartwell, a caricature artist at the festival. The similarities between the two women are striking, including their matching black cats.
Sabrina learns that her new twin Tia has an enemy: bad-tempered jewelry vendor Calvin Fisher. When Fisher is found slumped over dead in his pickup, Tia tops the suspect list. With the help of her feline sidekick, Sabrina must clear her new look-alike friend before she finds herself in a deadly case of double jeopardy.

304 pages ~ 8 hours 23 mins

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What a fantastic cozy mystery series!  I listened to all three books back to back and I must say I just loved them. Hitchcock, is a black cat and is thought to be bad luck - readers we know that there's no such things as a bad luck kitty don't we? Of course we do! MOL  But the some of the superstitious peeps in Lavender, Texas have other idea's, and blame the kitty fur all manner of things.

Now mew know I don't do spoilers, as I wouldn't want to ruin the story fur mew, but I will say this; the plot is excellent in all 3 books, each book is furry well paced with oodles of red herrings and twists and turns to keep mew guessing.  There are a bevy of new and  interesting characters in each book as well as the original cast, who are furry entertaining, especially Aunt Rowe.

Hitchcock is still a bit of an enigma at the end of book 3, as he always manages to be in the middle of the action, there are hints that he is a magickal kitty but that has not been confirmed or denied at this point. It is also hinted that his owner, Sabrina has gifts too, but as with Hitchcock we're left guessing at this point. 

I'm really hoping the author continues this series, as I think it's pawesome! 

Would I recommend this series to mew, of course I would, if mew love your kitty cozy mysteries then mew'll really enjoy this.

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Publisher: Berkley Books


The Amber Biblio Rating System Fur Offurall Enjoyment:



Ratings of:

Bad Luck Cat Mystery Series Books 1 - 3


Offurall Enjoyment



I do hope mew enjoy this series if mew decide to give it a try... 

...and if mew've read it already, what did mew think?

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Sadly it's time fur me to say BFN or bye-fur-now as mew know the drill, so many books, so little time and I'll be back next week with another specially paw-picked book just fur mew. And don't furget that all my previous reviews can be found on my Book Review page, plus if mew'd like an exclusive Library Card fur speshal access to my library, just email me at:

deardrbasil @ gmail . com

Happy reading or listening until next time

Soft purrs

Amber xox






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Wednesday, 26 September 2018

Basil's Star on WOW It's The Pet Parade 267 with Dash Kitten, Us & Barking from The Bayou

 Wednesday Greetings Pawesome Furriends

Welcome to WOW on The Pet Parade!

What's your WOW today? 

Ours is this...

As mew know our pawesome brofur Basil, furry sadly departed offur the RB on the 9th of September, since then we've been pawsitively useless and really struggling to come to terms with it.  

In all honesty we know that we'll neffur actually reconcile his loss or get offur it, we know this in our broken hearts.

So we decided that we needed something extra speshul to honour Basil, and we thought what better way to do this than to name a star aftur him, and by doing this; we know that up there in the vastness of the cosmos, there's an extra bright star called Bionic Basil twinkling away fureffur and effur and effur, shining down upon us all. 

Bionic Basil's Extra Bright Star Deed September 2018

   Basil's star is located in the Phoenix Constellation which is visible from the Southern Hemisphere.  

Now mew may be wundering why we bought a star in the Southern Hemisphere when where in the Northern part - well our supurr furriends, The P.A. and Dad have a star in the same constellation and they wanted him to be with them, and as Dad is from Australia, when they visit and eventually relocate there, it'll make it all the more speshal to look up and know he's right there shining down on the magickal land of OZ.

This is his extra bright star in the night sky... look how he shines...
The Exact Location of Bionic Basil's Star in The Phoenix Constellation #BasilsStar
If mewed like to visit Basil's star, click here 

Bionic Basil 2009 Flash-back picture #BasilsStar

We love mew dude!


If mew've missed any of the posts offur the last week, here's the catch up links:

Basil Visited from the RB  [Yes we got a kick up the backside]






Oh and don't furget that there's still time to enter our Catit Flower Fountain Water give-away though it's only open to UK residents. 

And if mew still need some more entertainment, get our free mandala colouring books below:

Amber will be here on Friday as she's decided to move days, so join her fur Feline Fiction on Fridays or FFOF fur short when she's got a trio of fantastic books to share with mew, seriously mew won't want to miss it, and tomorrow we're sharing a speshal guest post from the pawesome peeps at www.petwellnessadvisor.com, so we hope to see mew then! 

Bestest purrs and big hugs

The B Team xx

Now let's HOP on... 

 

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Tuesday, 25 September 2018

Tuesday Tails Summer BlockBuster 2018 - The Clockwurk Labyrinth Chapters 10 ~ 11

Welcome to

Tuesday Tales

Tuesday Tails Summer BlockBuster 2018 - The Clockwurk Labyrinth Chapters 10 ~ 11 @BionicBasil.com

this is going to be one crazy-insane rescue oppurration!!!

The Clockwurk Labyrinth 

If mew missed the thrilling start of our latest adventure, here are the catch up links...





And now here's this weeks chapters...

~ Chapter 10 ~

The Wild Hunt

The horn sounded again, this was the third short blast and we hastily clambered aboard the ATV’s. Winston was sandwiched between Smooch and myself. Pandora was with Humphrey and Parsley with Amber as we cruised silently along the labyrinths stinking, fetid passageways littered with rotting carcasses of creatures unknown, rancid pools of grimy water with bugs as big as your paw buzzing just above the surface, and enough rubble and rubbish to cause purroblems at the local landfill. 

The ATV’s silently sped on, twisting and turning as per Pandora’s instructions as she guided us along the route we chose. The hunting horn blared out twice more, but seemed to be far far away, though I knew that was no true indication of anything and we could be ambushed at any time. 

The light started to fade the deeper we travelled into the depths of the labyrinth, and it got to the point where we couldn’t see more that 15 yards in any direction.  Humphrey who was in the lead, slowed to a crawl and signalled fur an ALL STOP. 

We came to a stop next to him and I said, “Dude what’s up?” 

“Basil I’m just getting a really hinky feeling,” he replied glancing nervously around. “It’s like something is watching us, my hackles are bristling like neffur before.” 

I glanced around and let my extra-speshul senses reach out like invisible tendrils.  Closing my eyes, I could see the wispy silvery tendrils eek out and spread like a spider's web up and offur the walls each side and outwards in all directions until they came against slight resistance.  A sticky, icky putrid veil blocked my way like an invisible force-field, I pushed harder and my senses breached the veil and suddenly I felt the utter hopelessness reaching out towards me, the desolation, despair and sheer volume of trapped souls surged forward clawing to latch onto me like a stampeding herd trying break free of corral. I instantly pulled back, closing the invisible gateway and took a breath to steady myself. 

Winston, sitting behind me said softly. “Basil are mew ok dude?” 

I shook myself as a profound coldness gripped my body in its icy clutches. “Winston,” I replied quietly. “What the fluff is going on here, and how long do mew think mew’ve been trapped here?” 

He sighed. “Basil I don’t know how long I’ve been here, sometimes it feels like I just got here and others it’s like I’ve been in here forever...” he paused and then asked me pointedly. “Basil, how long have I been here?” 

It was my turn to pause, did I tell him the truth or what?  I saw my entire team looking at me in the dim light waiting fur my response as I climbed off the ATV.  I answered looking him straight in the eye. “Winston, mew have been trapped in here 5 earth years.” 

The silence was deafening as I watched Winston process what I'd just told him.  His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at me, mouth agape.  He tried several times to speak but no wurds came forth, in the end he gulped hard and pointed to my vest.  I knew instinctively what he wanted and I passed him my hip flask and he took a huge swig of my nip Scotch, then he offered it to me.  I joined him, as it would have been rude not too and waited while his mind processed the awful truth. 

I scanned my team and saw the sorrow on their faces as they watched my old F.I.B. buddy visibly reel in the knowledge that he’d been left, abandoned and discarded like last Sunday's prime rib dinner. 

“CJ,” he started, but then stopped. 

“CJ didn’t tell me Winston, he set my youngest memfur up to buy that clock a few days ago...” and I explained the entire turn of events of how CJ had led me to believe that they’d all been wiped out on a mission in the Congo years ago.  Winston listened avidly, I could see the sadness in his eyes, the betrayal, the anger and a whole host of other emotions grip him in their awful clutches. 

I put a firm but gentle paw on his shoulder and said. “Winston, do mew think fur one moment if I’d known the truth that I wouldn’t have been here instantly regardless whether I was with the F.I.B. or not?”   

I saw the tears well in his eyes and he let out a choked sob. “Basil if there was one purrson I could always count on... it was mew.” 

“Dude, I’m so sorry and I’m so angry with CJ, that he let mew and the rest of my old team be trapped in here fur all this time, and don’t think I won’t be taking care of things when we get back,” I said trying to keep my own anger in check as I looked at the pitiful cat in front of me, a shadow of his former magnificence, it broke my heart and made my blood boil simultaneously; I hated conflicting emotions and I seethed inwardly as I said with as much calm as I could muster. “Winston if it’s the furry last thing I do I’m getting Fudge, mew, my old team and anypurrdy else out of this rancid hell hole, I purromise mew that.” 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Humphrey give me the look and I knew what it meant;  neffur purromise what mew might not be able to deliver... I knew what I’d just said was beyond stupid, but in that moment I had to give Winston something, and that something was hope and a future. 

Winston straightened up and looked around at my team properly fur the furst time, his keen eyes appraising each of my elite kitty commandos, he made eye contact with each one in turn and each of The B Team respectfully saluted him.  He saluted back and turned to me saying. “Basil that is one formidable team mew have assembled there, I can just tell they’re one mean fightin’ force!” 

I nodded, “Winston dude, mew are looking at the best of the best, apart from mew and my old team of course.” 

He gave me a sad grimace and then looked down at himself; his matted, durty fur, skinny as a kitten frame and let out a weary sigh. “Oh Basil, just look at me now dude, I’m nothing...” 

Pandora had edged towards us and she took Winston's paw in hers and said in her odd, little foreign accent. “Vinston, mew are truly magnificent and mew vill be restored to your old self in time my new furriend,” she paused, as though weighing up whether she should reveal her next wurds or not, but then she said.  “I vas in The Resistance and I saw many, many bad things and purrsons who much like mew had been abused and starved in the most heinous purrisoner camps, I ‘elped to free many and rehabilitate those that vere saved, mew my furriend ‘ave your second chance vith us, ‘elp us to free your team, save Fudge and let’s get them back to safety and then ve can ‘elp mew heal from your trauma.”  She gave him the kindest smile I’d effur seen cross her face and in that moment I realised and understood so much more about Pandora Von Der Plume and her previously hidden past. 

Winston stared into Pandora’s lucid, pale green eyes; they were the colour of green amethyst and twinkled in the low light. “Mew my dear are quite extraordinary, a statement of fact and he continued. “And yes I can help mew, but The Wild Hunt is on the loose and we need to get some cover before darkness completely engulfs this place turning it into free fur all abattoir!” 

“Tell us about this Wild Hunt?” I asked quickly. 

“The Old One unleashes them once a month and any captives running free in the labyrinth are fair game,” Winston began as the hunting horn sounded in the distance. He flinched and took a step closer to me. “They are creatures of the like I’ve neffur encountered before, they ride on the backs of the ugliest, winged insectoids mew’ve ever seen,” he said with fear in his voice,  “The riders, or Yelfs have 4 spindly arms, translucent white skin that has a clammy pallor, long gangling legs... they have a razor-like ridge down their spines and they are covered in tufts of spiked bristles... their faces are so disfigured and mis-shapen... they have three bulbous eyes in the middle of their foreheads, and their pointed teeth are like razors,” he squeezed his eyes tight shut, his voice raised several octaves as he said. “And... and they wear armour and trophies... made from the skins and body-parts of their victims!” He let out a pitiful wail and buried his face in his paws.   

Pandora and Amber gasped in horror.  Smooch murmured something to Parsley, who then nudged Amber, who in turn tapped Humphrey on the shoulder and whispered. “Smooch says do mew have the RPG’s and if so can we get them stat dude?”  

Humphrey nodded and rummaged in his pockets as Winston continued. “They ride in a huge pack but send scouts furst to see which part of the maze is most viable, that’s why the horn keeps sounding; it means the scouts are looking fur prey, when the horn emits one continual long tone it is the signal they’ve found a target or targets and The Wild Hunt really begins.” 

Uhuh!” I answered turning to Humphrey and spied the now full-sized RPG’s resting against his ATV.  Turning back to Winston I said. “Will those stop them?” Pointing at the weapons. 

Winston peered around me and looked at the line-up and ammo. “How the fluff did mew get those in here?”  

“Humphrey has the technology dude,” I answered. “But will they be enough or do we need something bigger?” 

Smooch and Parsley grinned at that and I could see they wanted Winston to say we needed more. “Basil they fight with spears, knives, axes... well let’s say primitive weapons as they’ve neffur needed anything more because they’re one of the top purredators in here, so I think the RPG’s will blow them away quite literally.” 

Smooch and Parsley let out a sigh of disappointment but then I saw Parsley whisper something to Humphrey and wink. 

“What else have mew seen in here?” I pressed as the darkness continued to fall, shrouding us in an inky blanket. 

“There are a few creatures who have magical powers, but they tend to keep to themselves hiding in tunnels they built underneath here,” he tapped his paw on the ground. “Though ninety nine percent of the things in here want to kill mew, or rip mew apart and eat mew while they’re killing mew, there are no rules, and the only safe place from the creatures is at the centre where the Old One keeps all his prize hostages in cages suspended off the ground.” 

“And how do mew know so much about what's in the maze when mew only just escaped?”  Parsley asked. 

Winston sighed. “This is not my furst escape, in total I’ve escaped 9 times but the Old One always seems to capture me moments before some vile, stinking, carnivorous beast is just about to have me fur a snack, I’m then shoved back into my cage and the arduous torment begins again...” 

The hunting horn rang out again, in one continuous long tone. 

I turned to my team. “I think we’ve been rumbled, Humphrey can mew send up a camera drone and get a visual above the maze? Then we’ll know what direction they’re coming from and be ready to unleash retribution because if they’re airborne our tracking system won’t pick them up until they’re right on top of us.” 

Humphrey set up the drone in two shakes of a lambs tail aftur zapping it with the ray gun and the drone whizzed up above the walls, Pandora tapped her tablet and a new window appeared with the live infrared feed constantly scanning 360 degrees as it hovered above our location. 

Picking up my RPG, I loaded it and rested it against my shoulder, I checked all my guns were loaded and watched as everypurrdy did the same, even Winston as Humphrey gave us each a set of ear plugs, aka ear defenders.  Not those squishy things mew stuff in your ears to sleep in if another kitty snores too loudly [not mentioning any names, Amber!] but the kind that dampen the gunfire to furry low levels yet mew can still hear other sounds.  

Amber was staring unblinking at the screen while Pandora got her weapons ready and she said aftur a few minutes. “Basil look at this.” 

I peered offur her shoulder and looked at the screen.  “UH OH, incoming at 2 o’clock,” I advised. 

“Weapons ready and dudes don’t take any prisoners.” I glanced at the screen again and it looked like a bee swarm was headed our way at top speed, the tablet suddenly started to beep faster and faster and that’s when I heard the buzzing, high-pitched and whining. “B Team aim high, on my mark,” I hollered as The Wild Hunt swooped towards us. 



~ Chapter Eleven ~ 

Conflict and Casualties 

“Hold the line!” I yelled as the huge winged insects zoomed towards us.  I waited until they were 30 feet away, and believe me when I tell mew it was a truly pant-wetting moment, I screamed. “FIRE!” 

**BOOM** **BOOM** **BOOM** **BOOM** **BOOM **BOOM** **BOOM**  

The RPG’s payload hit the furst wave of incoming hostiles, blowing them to smithereens. “Reload!” Smooch shouted as the acrid tang of burnt cordite filled the air and the sky above us suddenly raged with fire as Humphrey and Parsley used flame throwers on the angry swarm.  The good thing about using the flame throwers was that we could see the targets in all their face-melting terror, the bad news was we could see how many there were in the flesh as they circled above. 

Amber and Pandora reloaded the RPG’s, I was firing my Uzi’s with much abandon, ducking as the massive red insectoids were crippled by a hail of bullets and crashed to the ground behind me, splattering on impact.  Fluorescent blue fluid sprayed up the walls and was intermingled with the pink life-blood of the Yelf riders; In actual fact it was a really great arty-farty effect and if Fudge had been with us, he’d be gushing about the tonal depth, how the colours merged, dribbled and transformed into something completely new, adding a completely unique purrspective to the original meaning which the artist wanted to convey, and thereby creating conflict adjacent to the authenticity in-turn which creates a casualty of art, he'd purrobably call it ‘Conflict and Casualties’ too!  Jeez that ginger ninja has been reading far too many art appraisals of late, I thought and smirked to myself as I reloaded my Uzi’s. 

The Wild Hunt was really wild as they dive-bombed us, throwing spears, axes, knives and firing arrows, but our weapons kept them from getting too close and took them down before their aim became accurate. 

Pandora shouted something, I turned to see what her boggle was.  A spear had gone through the shoulder-loop on her tactical vest and had her pinned to the ground.  I glanced in effury direction at once taking in the entire scene in all of its gut-wrenching glory.  The gun smoke was getting thicker, intense flashes as grenades exploded lighting the scene in that passageway creating a chilling shadow-movie offur the grimy, stone walls.  
    
Humphrey and Parsley were alternating between RPG’s and the flame throwers while Amber reloaded for them.  Smooch and Winston were using the spray and prey tactic and to be honest it was wurking great.  The Wild Hunt was stacking up around us faster than mew could say ‘I’ll have a cheesy cracker platter with fresh cream nip dip’  I checked my six to make sure that none of those vile, fluffing freakers was going to take a sneaky shot at me and then I yanked the spear out of the ground.  Pandora jumped up in a blink and started firing directly behind me, I spun to see the biggest muther fluffer of them all standing not fifteen feet away.  From my brief glance, he must have been the leader Yelf as he had the most elaborate head-dress of skulls, feathers, fur, beads and  teeth; he stood about eight feet tall and was holding four spears all aimed at me, I lifted my Uzi’s and squeezed the trigger emptying the magazines in seconds, spent brass tinkling on the ground around my paws. 

I heard Pandora ready her RPG and I dove behind a pile of rubble, a second later she landed next to me as we heard...  

**BOOM** 

“Did mew get him?” I asked. 

She peeked out from our temporary blast shelter and replied. “I think so.” 

“Mew think so?” 

“Vell, there’s a piece of him offur there,” she pointed and then pointed in several other directions, adding. “And there and there and there and there.”

“Yes and?” 

“Vell it vould appear that ‘is body is going to reassemble and reanimate, as its all moving towards the remaining bit of its torso.” 

I shook my head and then I had to see fur myself, and OH MY COD; if the fluffing Yelf’s body-bits weren’t moving, crawling or whateffur mew want to call it, towards one another. 

We watched in fascinated horror as all the icky, broken, pink splattered pieces began to shift into place, the head rolling along the ground as two of the three bulbous eyes glared at me as if to say, ‘mew’re toast’, the third eye was missing and its snapping jaw making guttural, snarling sounds as a magickal glow began to emit from the behemoth Yelf.  I’d reloaded my Uzi, Pandora had another grenade ready when Humphrey appeared through a cloud of burning gun-smoke his Katana drawn and glinting menacingly in the light. 

He made light wurk of the Yelf leader and in less time than it took me take a medicinal swig of nip scotch the fugly muther fluffer was mince, and the oozing flesh sizzled like beef on a barbecue. [It didn’t smell like BBQ beef, more like rotten, months old offal]. 

“That fluffer won’t be using any magick ju ju to get up again,” Humphrey growled wiping the pink smeared blade with a silk square. 

“And how’s that?” I asked, and to be honest I was really curious. 

“This is the Sword of Angels,” Humphrey answered. “It is blessed by the divine light and by all that is pure, there is no more indomitable weapon against pure eveel than this blade.” 

Pandora was furry impressed as she blasted another grenade at two more smaller hostiles who tried a stealth approach of creeping down the wall behind us.  Suddenly, the hunting horn blared out; four short blasts and in seconds the remaining stragglers of The Wild Hunt fled into the darkness and disappeared like wraiths in the night. 

I clambered offur fresh rubble and foul, rapidly decaying body-parts to reach the rest of The B Team and was so relieved to find them all in one piece, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and then noticed our way forward was now blocked due to another pile of bodies. 

Smooch paw bumped Winston and beamed. “Dude, that was the best!”  

In that moment I saw Winston, the Winston of old; decidedly dangerous, formidable and without a doubt one of the meanest dudes in a fight mew could effur meet.  He had that glint in his eye and I knew, I could feel his fear was diluted; this win, this small success had restored his confidence, not all the way but I could see he was changed by our victory, he had real hope now. 

*    *    * 
Snowie had turned off the volume on her headset and peeked through her paws as she watched the direct feed from inside the labyrinth back in the control room at BB HQ.  Those creatures, the Yelfs as Winston had called them were some of the same creatures she had seen in her nightmares.   

Posie entered the control room and said. “What’s the latest?” 

Snowie sighed. “I think I need to tell mew something...” she paused and then said. “I’ve been having nightmares fur weeks...” 

Posie’s ears pricked up, her eyes widening. “Well that’s not right, nightmares are illegal at the RB and I think one of the elderMage cats would have noticed the energy change and something was wrong.” 

Snowie nodded. “That’s why I thought my mind was just playing tricks on me, but then seeing that place and those vile creatures,” she pointed at the live feed on six screens. “That's what I’ve been dreaming about.” 

Posie gulped. "Did mew tell Basil before he left?” 

Snowie shook her head and stared at the floor.  “No because at that point I wasn’t sure, but aftur watching that live feed, I'm 100% positive that it is the same place...” 

“If that's the case, what were your nightmares about?” Posie asked, pulling up a chair. 

“They are all furry similar,” Snowie answered quietly. “Death, eveel creatures, bad ju ju happening and that anypurrdy that goes there neffur comes back.”

“Oh my...” Posie said, her voice trailing off. “What are we going to do?” 

Snowie looked her sisfur in the eye. “I really don’t know, purrhaps we could ask Horice if he’s feeling any better?” 

Posie straightened in her chair. “I don’t think Horice can help us, he’s sleeping,” she said. “I gave him a mild sedative as he was so upset and distressed aftur the incident with the clock...” 

“Oh,” Snowie murmured. “Any other idea’s then?” 

“Well we could always send in the orb thingummy,” Posie said suddenly. “The one the Creator dude gave to Basil when he got sucked into that pocket universe when we were stranded in 1683 or the box that Bob gave us on Catopia last year, maybe one of those things would help?”

“Do mew know where Basil keeps them?” Snowie asked. 

“No do mew?” Posie replied.   

Snowie shook her head, then she said. “What about on the new bunker level, the one only Basil has access too?” 

“Let’s go, but bring the tablet so we can monitor what’s happening in the labyrinth,” Posie said jumping from her chair. 

 *    *    * 

Humphrey was shrinking the ATV’s and weapons as I heard Parsley say to Pandora. “So what was that little surprise mew had in store fur those?” He pointed towards the pile of bodies. 

She glanced at the ground and hesitated before she spoke. “Let’s just say I ‘ave a few upgrades of my own.” 

Smooch edged closer and asked. “What kind of upgrades, hardware or organic?” 

She sighed. “Neither, my great, great, great grandmother was a pure blood Romani Cat...” 

OH MY COD!” Amber blurted. “I was just reading a book about that blood-line, they have magickal powers right?” 

Pandora stared at the ground, not meeting our curious glances and she said with a heavy sigh. “Yes, they ‘ave powers.” 

“Do mew have powers too?” Smooch pressed. 

She nodded sadly.  “Tell us!” we all said at once.
  
“Mew purromise mew won’t ask me to leave or burn me at a stake or anything?” she said in her odd, little foreign accent. 

“What?” I almost choked on the wurds. “Of course not Pandora, mew are with The B Team and we are your furmilly fureffur...”  Pandora must have been through quite an ordeal, and this explains so much, I thought, before saying. “Pandora whateffur speshal gifts mew have should be embraced and nurtured, and mew neffur have to wurry about anything with us, mew know that right?” 

Pandora didn’t meet my eyes, so I continued. “Whateffur happened to mew before, will neffur happen again I can purromise mew that.”  And I made a mental note to find out as much as I could about her past tormentors when we got back home. 

Pandora sighed heavily. “Basil, I know that mew are the most ‘onourable feline along with...” she indicated to the entire team. “Before I ‘ad the luck of the gods to end up with mew, my past lives were not so nice and when others ‘ave found out about my powers and the things I can do, they changed... they became frightened and if I wasn’t chased off, I was threatened or wurse...” 

I clamped my jaws tight-shut as what was about to leave my mouth could wait fur another time, so I said. “Pandora I am so sorry that ignorant, small-minded purrsons in your past did not treat your gifts and mew purroperly, but mew are part of The B Team and whateffur gifts mew bring to the pawty we’ll embrace with open paws, mew are our sisfur and always will be, ok?” 

She nodded and I saw a tear roll down her cheek.  Winston had been listening intently moved closer and put a paw, effur so gently on her arm and said. “Miss Pandora, purrlease tell us what mew can do?


**AND CUT**


OH MY COD! 

See mew same time, same place next week fur the next thrilling chapters 

in

The Clockwurk Labyrinth

This is 
  
 Commander Basil and The B Team
Offur and Out Until Next time


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