@Anna T: and the oversized velour monk’s habit, naff dagger and choker aren’t? It’s like she’s walked in from a generic fantasy cover. Bruno the Cat-Supermodel is defending her right to be in front of a mile-high skyscraper inside a spaceship with extreme prejudice.
Considering all the weird fiction I have read, I suppose I should not begrudge the fantasies of any cat lady. Still, a humanoid cat in lingerie holding a battery-operated device … I just don’t want to go there.
@fred: I dunno, she doesn’t look very mousy. Perhaps the cat people are needed to defend against dirty space rats?
@Tat Wood: that’s not a skyscraper, it’s the Mr. Coffee.
Looks like they’ve crashed their ship in the space-kudzu. Is the cat person planning to shoot a hole in the window? Shoot the space-kudzu? Threaten someone approaching the crashed ship?
Alternate possibility: that’s not a window, it’s some sort of video screen and they’re sending a message, which somehow involves smugness and pointless raygun-waving. The message is being received by:
1. Automatic systems in an abandoned site overrun with space-kudzu
2. Very lazy people who haven’t been taking care of their space-kudzu problem
3. The space-kudzu
4. All of the above
@Tat Wood: Yeah, Jedi-monk-girl’s outfit is definitely reminiscent of a standard fantasy cover and not all that great, but it’s still better than what the cat is wearing.
“Would she become the only link between her own people who were not alien ambassadors and conquerors or armed with lasers and wearing space robes and the only race armed with lasers and fur which under ideal circumstances not including Furries or hairballs could save humankind against alien conquerors who were neither furry nor needed to breathe thus enabling them to read blurbs like these in one go without fainting from lack of oxygen?”
@Tat (9): Agreed. The outfit on the cat man is no more ridiculous than him being a cat man. Her ensemble, however, is something she found in an old theater trunk. These beings do not seem to be dressed for the same climate. Or even the same genre. Perhaps their differences aren’t so much cat vs. ape, but SF vs. fantasy.
Although the covers of her other books seen here (as well as one I sent in a couple years ago) look to have the same, er, style.
In any case, @BC is correct that she’s way too smug.
Are those cracks all over the outside of their spaceship? Nobody’s going to be doing much aiding when the thing comes apart. Same thing if it’s being attacked by @Bruce’s Space Kudzu.
Mind you, I’m not sure a phaser wielded by someone who’s cross-eyed is going to be much help either.
@ Bruce et al: yes that’s what’s bothering me the most about this image: it’s supposed to represent a spaceship’s window, port or such. But, apart from that shape, what’s up with all the greenery outside? There was an Asimov story about a terrifying plant growing even in vacuum, needing just a whiff of oxygen to grow: have they fallen into that story line by accident?
Anyway, the cat’s mightily pissed-off expression makes this a winner. I could think the lady was pulling on its tail, but her hands are visible, and so’s the mog’ appendage…
The blurb is all about covering up the subtext (i.e. Furry business), hence the bizarre, convoluted copy…
If the same approach was taken for, say, D.H. Lawrence’s LADY CHATTERLEY’S LOVER, the blurb would read like this:
“Would she become the link between her breed of people and the only man of the working classes who could aid her country against the creeping inbreeding of its upper caste?”
@ARY: The double standard in matters of fidelity really worked against the genetic fitness of the upper classes, didn’t it? Although I presume there was more than one Lady Chatterley dallying with the help. Of course, the help might have been by-blows, but that still would bring a bit of new blood in.
I was so disappointed with that book when I read it in college. Very tame after reading our neighbor’s cast-off modern romance novels, which also rarely feature coal mining.
Or picture the blurb for FIFTY SHADES OF GRAY in the same neurotic manner:
“Would she become the link between her sisterhood of mousy interns and the only unmarried billionarie who could aid humankind in the art of ropes, handcuffs and leatherware?”
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June 12th, 2019 at 9:28 am
“I have a giant cat person in space lingerie holding a phaser. Your argument is therefore invalid.”
June 12th, 2019 at 10:30 am
Well, if that tagline doesn’t scream “bestiality” I don’t know what does.
June 12th, 2019 at 12:41 pm
What is he gonna do with that “gun”? Scan my groceries?
June 12th, 2019 at 12:42 pm
@THX we call that “taking one for the team”.
June 12th, 2019 at 1:15 pm
He’s Tom, she’s Jerry, so that makes the dog the alien conqueror?
June 12th, 2019 at 1:55 pm
As seen through a one-way mirror. He’s thinking, Is that another cat person?
June 12th, 2019 at 3:00 pm
Glabrous cat person. How does that work?
June 12th, 2019 at 5:50 pm
Perhaps they’re confronting someone who’s trying to point out the valid fact that the cat-person’s outfit is ridiculous.
June 12th, 2019 at 6:22 pm
@Anna T: and the oversized velour monk’s habit, naff dagger and choker aren’t? It’s like she’s walked in from a generic fantasy cover. Bruno the Cat-Supermodel is defending her right to be in front of a mile-high skyscraper inside a spaceship with extreme prejudice.
June 12th, 2019 at 6:27 pm
Considering all the weird fiction I have read, I suppose I should not begrudge the fantasies of any cat lady. Still, a humanoid cat in lingerie holding a battery-operated device … I just don’t want to go there.
June 12th, 2019 at 8:04 pm
Maybe velour-clad damsel doesn’t qualify for the “Smirky McSmug” tag, but she’s definitely a bit too self-satisfied for my taste.
Also, that fucking cat is cross-eyed.
June 12th, 2019 at 10:03 pm
@Chiclitz – That “fucking cat” is probably the ambassador of the only race which can aid mankind against alien conquerors. So play nice.
June 12th, 2019 at 11:08 pm
Judging by the cat’s expression, he’s just read B. Chiclitz’s comment.
June 12th, 2019 at 11:36 pm
@fred: I dunno, she doesn’t look very mousy. Perhaps the cat people are needed to defend against dirty space rats?
@Tat Wood: that’s not a skyscraper, it’s the Mr. Coffee.
Looks like they’ve crashed their ship in the space-kudzu. Is the cat person planning to shoot a hole in the window? Shoot the space-kudzu? Threaten someone approaching the crashed ship?
Alternate possibility: that’s not a window, it’s some sort of video screen and they’re sending a message, which somehow involves smugness and pointless raygun-waving. The message is being received by:
1. Automatic systems in an abandoned site overrun with space-kudzu
2. Very lazy people who haven’t been taking care of their space-kudzu problem
3. The space-kudzu
4. All of the above
June 13th, 2019 at 5:33 pm
@Tat Wood: Yeah, Jedi-monk-girl’s outfit is definitely reminiscent of a standard fantasy cover and not all that great, but it’s still better than what the cat is wearing.
June 14th, 2019 at 2:27 am
“Would she become the only link between her own people who were not alien ambassadors and conquerors or armed with lasers and wearing space robes and the only race armed with lasers and fur which under ideal circumstances not including Furries or hairballs could save humankind against alien conquerors who were neither furry nor needed to breathe thus enabling them to read blurbs like these in one go without fainting from lack of oxygen?”
June 14th, 2019 at 4:49 am
@THX (2): I think it was supposed to.
@Tat (9): Agreed. The outfit on the cat man is no more ridiculous than him being a cat man. Her ensemble, however, is something she found in an old theater trunk. These beings do not seem to be dressed for the same climate. Or even the same genre. Perhaps their differences aren’t so much cat vs. ape, but SF vs. fantasy.
Although the covers of her other books seen here (as well as one I sent in a couple years ago) look to have the same, er, style.
In any case, @BC is correct that she’s way too smug.
Are those cracks all over the outside of their spaceship? Nobody’s going to be doing much aiding when the thing comes apart. Same thing if it’s being attacked by @Bruce’s Space Kudzu.
Mind you, I’m not sure a phaser wielded by someone who’s cross-eyed is going to be much help either.
June 14th, 2019 at 6:35 pm
@ Bruce et al: yes that’s what’s bothering me the most about this image: it’s supposed to represent a spaceship’s window, port or such. But, apart from that shape, what’s up with all the greenery outside? There was an Asimov story about a terrifying plant growing even in vacuum, needing just a whiff of oxygen to grow: have they fallen into that story line by accident?
Anyway, the cat’s mightily pissed-off expression makes this a winner. I could think the lady was pulling on its tail, but her hands are visible, and so’s the mog’ appendage…
June 15th, 2019 at 12:53 am
@Outis: if she’s some sort of mage or Jedi, she might be pulling on kitty’s tail telekinetically.
“Hey, it’s not me, got my arms crossed! Must be someone outside, or maybe the Space Kudzu!”
October 1st, 2019 at 5:59 pm
The blurb is all about covering up the subtext (i.e. Furry business), hence the bizarre, convoluted copy…
If the same approach was taken for, say, D.H. Lawrence’s LADY CHATTERLEY’S LOVER, the blurb would read like this:
“Would she become the link between her breed of people and the only man of the working classes who could aid her country against the creeping inbreeding of its upper caste?”
October 3rd, 2019 at 7:01 am
@ARY: The double standard in matters of fidelity really worked against the genetic fitness of the upper classes, didn’t it? Although I presume there was more than one Lady Chatterley dallying with the help. Of course, the help might have been by-blows, but that still would bring a bit of new blood in.
I was so disappointed with that book when I read it in college. Very tame after reading our neighbor’s cast-off modern romance novels, which also rarely feature coal mining.
October 3rd, 2019 at 9:04 pm
Or picture the blurb for FIFTY SHADES OF GRAY in the same neurotic manner:
“Would she become the link between her sisterhood of mousy interns and the only unmarried billionarie who could aid humankind in the art of ropes, handcuffs and leatherware?”