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Flash Point
Lena Austin
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Flash Point
Lena Austin
When fireman Dustin Hardesty saves a scruffy tomcat from a fire, and then a
neutering at the shelter, he has no idea he’s just moved a cat shifter named Tigs into
his life.
Tigs figures he owes Dustin, so he’ll hang around to give Dustin some good times.
He doesn’t count on Dustin never wanting to let go of his alley cat.
01 Tigs’ Blog
My name is Tigs, and I’m a cat shifter. Don’t get smart, it’s not short for Tigger or
anything stupid like that. I don’t fucking bounce or lisp my words, and I’m a gray
tabby. I usually work construction and home renovation, me and my crew. We’re all
shifters of one type or another, but we get along most of the time.
I’d let the rest of my crew go home early while I coiled up extension cords,
locked up the tools, and cleaned up our work site. The old deli used to be the coolest
little place when I’d been a kitten, but that’d been years ago. The guys would be waiting
for me back at the warehouse we rented for the equipment, six blocks away -- it also
served as our home. The place was “guarded” by two dogs -- a rat terrier and a
Rottweiler mix along with three scruffy cats and that didn’t mean anything to the
absentee landlord. Long as he got his cash, he didn’t give a shit.
Speaking of shit, we may look scruffy, but we’re good neighbors. We used the
litter box or took a walk outside. The dogs “walk” each other, so that’s cool, and they
curb themselves like responsible citizens.
Anyway, I smelled the stink of burning wood and rubber first. Figured some
homeless guy had lit up the contents of a trashcan to keep warm nearby and didn’t give
it another thought. This wasn’t the best neighborhood, but most poor don’t foul their
own nest, ya know?
So, I finished coiling up the last extension cord and tossed it into the storage
locker. Two seconds to snap the padlock, and I was ready for some of Pete’s Tuna
Steaks on the grill back at our place.
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