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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-15
"Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-15"
By: Ed Conen       27Sep2018
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 “She’s fine,” said the doctor as he put his scanner away.  “It’s just a relapse to her exhaustion state.”
 The nurse smiled her relief as she snugged the sheets around her knew friend.  “At least she’s all right,” she sighed.  “What now?”
 “Nothing special; rest and food.  I’ve caught her up on vitamins.”
 “But, if she’s really ‘fine’, what happened there, in the mess?  She’s been back on decent food for a couple of days now.”
 The doctor chuckled, “Our friend here may be a Wicket, but even Wickets aren’t super-beings.  Lady Flikka here would have had no trouble if she had stayed on light duty.
 “Back on the planet; well, her body was constantly keyed for survival stress and was processing what sustenance it got w
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-14
"Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-14"
By: Ed Conen       08Jul2018
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 “GASP!”  Flikka’s eyes flew open and she automatically grabbed for her helmet, struggling to breathe!
 And then she realized her breathing was easy; easy and... wonderful!  Flikka arched her back and stretched her arms wide, sucking in all the wonderful, intoxicatingly fresh mountain air she could hold.
 And then she realized two other things.  First; stretch her arms as wide as she could, Flikka could not touch the sides of Bitey’s cozy little cockpit.  Second; her pilot’s suit was gone and she was lying on a bed under a light blanket, a –warm- light blanket.
 Flikka took several more long, deep breaths while examining her surroundings.  It was not obvious that she was on a ship; but, once she concentrated, even that intoxicating scent could not completely disguise the taste of recycling equipment.  So, yes, Flikka was alm
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-13
"Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-13"
By: Ed Conen       05Apr-04Jul2018
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 Terra froze in the act of rising to his feet.  As soon as he’d started to move, the
Whikkkhkkt had seen him from the corner of her eye.  Knowing that a deadly enemy had gone
down in that area, she instantly whipped around with her weapon aimed.  Immediate
recognition relaxed her finger on the trigger, but not before scaring several months off
the fox’s life.
 Another quick glance around, and then Flikka quickly walked over to where the fox she
guarded knelt brushing the dirt off his clothes.  She stood in front of him and cocked
her head questioningly.  “All okay?” she asked, extending a hand to help him to his feet.
 Terra refused to look his, once again, rescuer in the eye.  “Fine,” he muttered sourly.
“Embarrassed and ashamed, but otherwise, fine!”  He slapped Flikka’s hand away and
surged to his
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The Fox-Child's Lament
 The little grey fox sat in the tall grass atop his favorite knoll, alone.  He sighed again
as he looked out over Sapphire Lake and the surrounding neighborhoods.  Where had
all his playmates gone?
 One little cat in particular the fox missed most of all.  She was always easy to pick
out on a playground full of other kids.  He flicked his ears thinking of her.  They still
had flecks of green and yellow paint stuck to the fur from where one of the other kids
had painted them during the big water-balloon fight.  It was only coincidence that they
almost matched the bright green and yellow of his friend's hair.  That and her teal fur
were what drew the eye even from up here.  That bright hair really lit up in the sunshine!
 The fox did not see those bright colors anywhere around now.  After all this time he did
not really expect to.  "I wonder if Max knows where she disappeared to," the little fox
considered, his gaze lifting
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-12
"Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-12"
By: Ed Conen       20Jan2018
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 “Terra!?”
 The fox looked up from his dishwashing at the call.  “Uh-oh.  That sounds a little off.”  He hurriedly finished rinsing and went to see what had happened.  In the main room he found the Whikkkhkkt standing up on two feet and leaning against a wall while she looked around.  She held up a restraining hand as he started towards her.
 “I’m fine, really,” she reassured him.  “I just need... uh...  I-I need...  um...  I’ve been without...  I mean, I haven’t had to...”
 Between Flikka’s words and posture, Terra caught on to her problem.  Once he did he started laughing, hard.
 “Stop it!  It’s not that funny; I’m just...  Oh, shut up!” she said glaring at the amused fox and smacked him on the shoulder in exasperation.
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-11
"Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-11"
By: Ed Conen       05Dec2017
 Flikka drifted, softly cradled in the darkness; warm, soft, secure.  No pain, no worries, no..?  What was..?  That...scent!
 Suddenly Flikka was wide awake.  Her eyes opened on a dimly lit room made all of a light, reddish-brown stone.  Her ears detected movement in a back corner too; but, it was her nose that made her move so suddenly, or try to.  She regretted that part.  Her sharp gasp of pain brought company though.
 A male fox suddenly loomed out of the shadows as Flikka tried to lie back gently.
 “You’re awake!  How do you-Whoa!  Easy!  I’m a friend.”  Ears down in dismay the fox showed his empty hands.  He backed off quickly when he found himself confronted by a snarling Whikkkhkkt still plenty willing to give battle.
 With the unfamiliar fox backed down Flikka struggled to sit up.  Moving s
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-10
"Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-10"
By: Ed Conen       04Aug2017
 Snug in her cave and fast asleep, the exhausted and half-starved Whikkkhkkt breathed so softly it was hard to detect.  The day passed uneventfully, and with little change.  Quiet muttering and the occasional deeper breath from the sleeper proved she lived.  Light on the floor, just inside the main cave’s entrance, moved with the sun, until sometime in the afternoon when it disappeared altogether.
 Even in her dreams Flikka enjoyed the gradual warming of the cave.  Eventually she rolled onto her back and stretched out until she overflowed her nest, then relaxed with a comfortable sigh.  The fur on her tummy fluffed out and one foot gave a brief, half-hearted kick.  Even the cold draft from the open entrance no longer bothered her.
 Flikka’s breathing changed ever so slightly.  You had to be paying attention to notice it.  Then her body stiffened
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-9
"Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-9"
By: Ed Conen       02Jul2017
 Flikka woke to cold, dark, and… a sharp tapping against her ear??  A moment later there was a light tap against the back of her shoulder.  She opened her eyes just in time to see the small pebble that bounced off her nose, followed by a barely suppressed giggle from Kerby.  The giggle changed to a shriek when Flikka erupted with the reflexive quickness of a feral Whikkkhkkt to suddenly appear in Kerby’s face with lots of teeth showing!  Kerby grabbed her own muzzle with both hands to stifle the shriek, and to prevent the Whikkkhkkt from doing the same, only more painfully.  Kerby’s eyes were as big as saucers as she sat nose-to-nose with Flikka, not daring to breathe.  Flikka grinned back at her, then stood and gave herself a shake to shower Kerby with all the little pebbles that had lodged in her thick coat while she slept.
 “Aah! Hey!” Kerb
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-8
"Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-8"
By: Ed Conen       29May2017
 
 
  Flikka woke to cold, dark, and pain.  Well, less dark once she opened her eyes to narrow slits, but getting there.  It seemed like her whole body hurt, including her head.  “Did I fall?” she wondered.  Then she remembered the fight and the blow to her head.  And then she remembered the third pirate, wounded but still alive, and armed.
  Long ago Flikka had taught herself to wake without seeming to wake.  It was her default anywhere except in the security of her own ship, Bhan-Shee.  Now she put that habit to good use.  First she listened, checked for scents, and tried to look around through barely opened eyes.  There was nothing; except that it was nearing dark.  “Out for a couple of hours maybe,” she considered, “Now, what woke me up?”  Flikka decided it was too quiet.  Both h
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-7
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  "Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-7"
  by: Ed Conen  
 Flikka woke up the next morning and was in mid-stretch when she looked out of her temporary den...and froze.  She cocked her head and squinted as she studied the phenomenon and then said, "Currr?!?  Khkkact Rikittk Murrtt!??!"  (A more polite translation might go roughly, "Son of a biscuit!  Where the heck did my night go??")  Her stomach growled its own question back at her.  Flikka glanced down and patted the hollow of her empty belly in apology.
 Whikkkhkkts do not fast well.  While their rapid metabolism is quite efficient it does need something to work with.  Once it runs out of fresh food to fuel the body it starts in on stored fats, which Whikkkhkkts don't generally have much of.  When that runs out...  Well, at that point they really start to get a bit cranky.
 With a "Hmmph!" of resignation Flikka turned and, with a wistful glance back at her c
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-6
posted 23Apr2017
         "Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-6"
          By: Ed Conen
 After a last look back at the pirate base, Flikka turned and trotted away down the far side of the ridge.  She left behind her a small plume of smoke spreading from the spaceport's office area, several blaring alarms, and a lot of confused and panicky pirates, most of whom had no idea what was going on or what they should be doing.  Poor training and communications from paranoid pirate chieftains afraid of being ousted by their own underlings were all to Flikka's advantage.
 The first thing Flikka wanted now was distance!  Before the pirates got an organized search going she wanted to already be out of reach if at all possible.  She had asked her former captor about the south exit as a distraction, and then left the base in a northeasterly direction.  Flikka deliberately did not go directly north, directly opposite to her
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt.5
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29Jan2017 - 04Feb2017
                      "Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt.5"
                       By: Ed Conen
 Flikka returned to the corridor and gave her fur a last rake-through with her
claws before sauntering off, tail swishing gaily side-to-side, in the direction the
others had taken.  It seemed that would be a good bet for the fastest way out.
 Sure enough Flikka quickly reached a bend in the corridor and then another door
just beyond, also standing open.  "How dumb can you be??"  Quickly slipping through
she found the guardroom just beyond.  She took a quick peek inside and pulled back
immediately to digest what she'd seen.  Just the one guard, and he was engrossed in
looking at something on his comp screen, something that made him smile.  Flikka
rolled her eyes as she leaned against the wall.  With a shake of her he
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Flikka - Rescue Mission Pt-4
26May2016 - 08Jan2017
Flikka  Rescue Mission Part-4
 Flikka woke to cold, dark, and pain.  With a small whimper she rolled onto her side, curled up, and went back to sleep.
 The second time Flikka awoke it was less cold, less dark, and less painful; but, not by a whole lot.  She stifled a groan and feigned continued sleep when she heard footsteps.  Moments later a door opened and two guard dogs stepped into the room.  
 "Huh; she's alive at least," said one, "When we left her before she was stretched out flat, limp as a cat and dead to the world."
 The other dog waved a small wand over Flikka's body, grunted at the readouts, and pronounced her healthy.  "Pulse, temp. and respiration's pretty darned good, considering," he said. "Very good actually," he added with a curious tilt to his head.
 "So we should start leaving food and water for her now?"
 "No, nothing," replied the medic.  "We'll weaken her up some until the Boss
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Flikka - Rescue Mission - Part-2
02Mar2016 Pt-2
 Flikka waited several hours before sticking her nose outside the little ship.  After landing she'd spent the remainder of the day alternately listening in on local communications and napping.  She knew exactly when the retreating Navy fighters had taken out the local ground surveillance and communications satellite, leaving the local combatants partially deaf and, hopefully, completely blind to Flikka's activities.  She also knew that all the Navy ships had successfully left the system in good order.
 Now, sticking her pretty nose outside Bitey's hatch for the first time her first thought was, "Why did they not tell me it would be winter?  A really, really -cold- winter.  Brrrr..!"  Flikka gave herself a shake, fluffing her fur against the cold, then stepped out into the night.
 It was more than three klicks through rugged terrain to the pickup point; even farther by the route Flikka took, scouting the territory as she went.
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Ed Conen
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United States
Single, male, 62! years old.

EDIT: 19Aug2017...
New kitty! "Izzy" is a 15.3 lb calico (female, of course) with very pretty marking pattern. Yes, she does have "cali-tude" too. Why do you ask? :-)
Izzy was my great-aunt's last cat. (Aunt Fanny loved cats and flowers.) Where those 15.3 lbs came from depends on who you ask. Mom says Izzy was noticeably fatter at one time!
Anyway; Aunt Fanny died a few years ago at 104 years. She still drove herself to work every day up until about 97 years. Mom and her husband had moved in with her several years before that to help her stay at home.
Eventually Mom inherited Izzy. After that, my sister moved in to help Mom & Elmer. At some point they decided Izzy was causing respiratory problems for someone. Just who, again, depends on who you ask. Now Izzy lives with me. I guess that makes her a true "family heirloom"! ("hairball-loom"?) :-)
Izzy is a sweet girl, and a talker. She almost has a kitten-chirp kind of voice instead of actual "meows". Cute! I am working on slowly bringing her weight down. Mom and/or Nancy would give her -10- kitty treats every day. I give her a maximum of 2 at a time, and those not every day. Since she no longer knows when to expect treats, she does not beg for them, but still loves what she gets.
(Hmm.. Is there a way to add a pic to this section?)

Anyway; just thought y'all might like to know! :-)


EDIT: 10Jan2017...
For those who care.. Chanur died quietly in November of 2016 at just over 17 years of age. I've had him and his brother, Morgan, since they were 3-week-old kittens and I fed them from a bottle. Morgan died in 2015 and I miss them both very much. I still look for them to lick the soup bowls clean. ;-)

I have one very old house-cat named Chanur. His brother died about a year-and-a-half ago. Chanur was named after the main family in CJ Cherryh's "Pride of Chanur" series of sci-fi novels. His deceased brother, Clueless Morgan, was named after a character in the movie "Muppet Treasure Island".
Various hobbies, and they keep changing. :-)
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sintel16 Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for adding me to your watch list :)
also, today at the post office, they said-3 to 5 working days :D
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Iron-Ed Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Actually, I apologize for not adding you to my list earlier.  I guess I talk to you often enough that I never realized I wasn't actually "Watching" you!  :-)

Wow!  That is really fast!  It would probably take at least that long for me to mail something similar to my mom 440 miles away.  8-)
Wish I could remember how long it took for Ariel's art to get to me.  I know it was way longer than that though!  And he told me it took -many- months for him to receive something from Germany.
We have a pretty big holiday this Wednesday (July 04), so the post office won't be working that day.  I'll tell Dad & Alice it could arrive anytime from late this week to early(ish) next week.  Thanks!
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sintel16 Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thats what I realised as well-those are the dangers of talking often;P we forget stuff and take it for granted :)

hopefully it will take this short only, but with post you never know. I hope she was sending it to the right place, this girl in the post office 😬
Please let me know when it comes.
yes, Ariel’s country post office is really rubbish. i am actually considering to use parcel force-they would be probably more effective there.

thank you for another Flikka chapter-FINALLY!
sorry for no replying, but lately there is so much drama at work, I am just a bit overwhelmed :( 
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Iron-Ed Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Hopefully chapter 14 will arrive -much- sooner!  The -first- draft is already finished.  :-)
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ARCR-CRic Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2017   Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday Ed, hope you are having a very good day! Party 
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Iron-Ed Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Big rain storm in the evening.  (I like rain!)  Otherwise boring.  You're a help though.  Thanks.
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ARCR-CRic Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2017   Traditional Artist
Oh we could use some rain over here, we are under alert for lack of water and natural forest fires. The crop dusters are flying all the time putting out fires. Beyond the rain, I truly hope you had an enjoyable day & evening, soon I'll have more wips to show you ;)
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VulpineWarrior-91 Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday to yew, Ed!
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Iron-Ed Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks, Vulpy!  I figure every one's a bonus!  ;-)  :-)
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VulpineWarrior-91 Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Ha-ha! Great.
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