An excerpt from Otters In Space: The Search for Cat Haven. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1 or return to the previous chapter.
Trugger was glad to hear upon Kipper’s return that he didn’t have to say goodbye. He gave Kipper a big bear hug. He’d given her hugs before, but they’d all been in an oxo-agua atmosphere which simply isn’t the same. So, this was Kipper’s first time really being engulfed by the soft but incredibly dense pelt of an otter. The warmth was there under oxo-agua, but none of the fuzziness, and fuzzy just doesn’t feel the same when wet.
Boris was left in charge on the bridge, and Captain Cod asked Jenny to come along as a second pair of otterly eyes. If Josh and Elle hadn’t seemed so cold toward Captain Cod, Kipper would have asked Trugger to join them too. But, if it got awkward, she didn’t want to watch Trugger, the best friend she had among the otters, be treated cruelly. Or, perhaps worse, watch him watching these cats be cruel or cutting to his captain. He was so loyal; he would have to leap to Captain Cod’s defense. She especially didn’t want to see that. Continue reading “Otters In Space – Chapter 16: Kipper in a Different World”
Beating the Manta Ray to Mars was only the first step of Captain Cod’s rapidly unfolding plan. The next stage involved doctoring the message they’d intercepted from the Manta Ray. They ran the voice through a simulator and used the simulation program to generate a new message. The new message said, “Approaching Mars orbit.”
The evening and night both passed slowly. At dinner, the crew of the Jolly Barracuda talked about the various mining expeditions or scientific surveys of Mars they’d either been on or known members of. As far as Kipper could tell, the only otter onboard to have actually put paw to soil on Mars was Boris. Well, space-suited paw. Nonetheless, he was clearly proud of the distinction and told the story of his visit in great detail. The other otters seemed impressed. Kipper wanted to slug him. Continue reading “Otters In Space – Chapter 14: Kipper Dreams of Mars”
Kipper couldn’t remember falling asleep, but she could tell she had just woken up. She was stretched out on a thin but cushy mattress, a bottom bunk in a room full of bunks. There were otters occupying some of the other beds, but none of them had noticed her yet. Well, she was sure they knew she was there. But none of them had noticed she was awake. She didn’t want them to. She wasn’t ready to deal with a room full of strange otters yet. She had too much to deal with inside of herself. Continue reading “Otters In Space – Chapter 12: Kipper Joins the Crew”
Trailing Luce would have been easier for Kipper if bulldogs weren’t so much shorter than otters. Between Luce’s short, boxy shape and Kipper’s own limited height, Kipper felt constantly on the edge of losing Luce in the crowd of irritatingly tall otters. Of course, on the flipside, the large (albeit generally lanky) stature of all the space station natives kept Kipper from having to duck and weave too much to stay safely obscured from Luce’s view. “Too much” being a relative term. Continue reading “Otters In Space – Chapter 11: Kipper and the Manta Ray”
As the bill was already settled, Kipper had herself dressed and back out on the main drag in no time. She caught herself looking at the otters around her, trying to catch their reaction to her in their eyes. She wove between them, staying as far away from the artificial river as she could manage. She didn’t want to get tripped or pushed into the water again. The otters, by and large, gave her a respectful amount of space. Perhaps they understood what she was doing. She imagined herself walking in the paw steps of all the other cats who had come to this station and who carefully edged their way away from the water. Continue reading “Otters In Space – Chapter 10: Kipper in the Red Quarter”
Kipper folded her tunic, trousers, and scramball jersey into her little purple duffle and stowed it beside Maury’s desk. She wrapped the white sheet around her, under her arms, and pushed the pink curtain out of her way. Maury was arranging the tools of his trade on the work table beside the closest reclining chair. When he noticed her, he patted on the chair’s Naugahyde seat, inviting her to take her place there. Continue reading “Otters In Space – Chapter 9: A Whole New Kipper”
The door opened, spilling space station light into the hold. Kipper could hardly wait to set paw on the light-kissed ground. The closer she got to otter space, the more buzzed she got. She wanted to get out there and see what Deep Sky Anchor was really like. She wanted to join the otters, swimming in their “rivers in the sky.” Continue reading “Otters In Space – Chapter 8: Kipper on the Deep Sky Anchor”