Chapter One	Chapter Two	Chapter Three
Chapter Four	Chapter Five	Chapter Six
Chapter Seven	Chapter Eight	Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten	Chapter Eleven	Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen	Chapter Fourteen	Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen	Chapter Seventeen	Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen	Chapter Twenty	Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two	Chapter Twenty-Three	Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five	Chapter Twenty-Six	Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight	Chapter Twenty-Nine

There is a New Villainess in Town

Chapter Twenty-Three

Fluffball was sitting on a padded footstool, the reporter Mrs. Simons chairs being too uncomfortable for anyone with a tail, anyone human sized that was. In her right hand was a thick mug of hot coca that she carefully sipped now and then through a straw, her slightly elongated mouth making drinking from a normal cup difficult. In front of her was a gas fireplace, it was of an older style and well cared for. With the constant additions that Gloria had done to it over the years it was the closest thing to a wood burning fire that man could copy.

Across from her, wrapped in a worn comforter sat the reporter, Independent reporter Fluffball reminded herself. She was still shivering almost half an hour after arriving home, in fact it had been the feline who had found and brewed the instant hot coca. “You really should take a hot bath” Fluffball noted.

“Be fine” Gloria answered, finishing her second mug of hot coca, “Its just below zero out there and the wind chill cut right through my coat.” She started pouring herself a third mug, Fluffball herself was still nursing her first. “Should have known that designer clothing wasn’t up to snuff for New York winters.”

Fluffball giggled, “I don’t know about your designers” she admitted, “But ours design to show as much of a woman’s body as they can, comfort isn’t even in their vocabulary.”

Gloria sipped more of the hot liquid, her body beginning to relax now. “There we have the same problem” the human agreed. “And don’t you dare get me started on those brain dead French designers, they don’t even look at women as human.”

“I’m not” Fluffball quipped. “Human that is.”

“But you are a woman” Gloria countered. “All right, looks like my hands have stopped shaking so shall we continue with the interview?”

Leaning aside to place her mug on a stone coaster on the floor Fluffball gave the reporter a smile, or as much of one as her new face would allow. “By all means, I’d like to get home before the morning rush.”

Regaining her pencil and pad Gloria Simons struggled a moment, getting into a more comfortable position. “I think that we should pick up from where we left off in the diner. So when is the invasion?”

“Won’t be one, I already answered this question remember? We trade on occasion but honestly your race doesn’t have that much worth trading for. I was just making a pass over your world to take pictures.”

“Your lying, or you lied to George Randall so which was it? Gloria accused the feline.

Fluffball leaned far forward, so far forward that she had to look up to stare into the reporters eyes. “Guess, both, neither, one or the other” she answered in a little girl voice. “Remember, part of my orders are to confuse you and that is a truth.” Straightening up she gave the other woman a warm smile.