Sneaky Interviews Felix, the cat who talks about the human Felix character of Author Assaph Mehr

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet. Today, it’s my pleasure to be cat chatting with a real life cat who is the namesake of a human character. Double the fun.

What is your name and your author’s name?

My name is Spurius Brutus Felix. It’s a bit grandiose, so everyone just calls me Felix. Assaph Mehr (my owner) says it’s a fine old name.

Mice to meet you Felix. What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I didn’t appear in any books per se, but Assaph has named the protagonist of his novels after me. The reason is that the very first time he sat down to write his very first novel, this happened:

However, he did name his protagonist ‘Spurius Vulpius Felix’, known as Felix the Fox. I can forgive the name change (everyone calls us both ‘Felix’ anyway), but I don’t like that fox bit. Cats are so much cooler.

Cats are definitely cooler than foxes. They’re cooler than all animals IMHCO (In my humble cat opinion).

[Assaph’s note: ‘Spurius Brutus Felix’ is Pig-Latin for ‘lucky stupid bastard’. I didn’t tell Felix (the cat) because don’t want to break his heart. The protag’s name is inline with ancient Roman naming conventions, which in (historically inaccurate) pig-Latin would mean ‘Lucky Foxy Bastard’. This describes the protagonist far better than he’s willing to admit.]

I will keep that between us, Asssaph. Thank you for the clarification, I think.

So, Felix, are you in a series? If so, please give information about it.

Oh yes! Assaph has just released In Numina – the second Story of Togas, Daggers, and Magic. In it Felix (not me, the other one, the book character) solves strange cases no one else wants to touch. He’s a sort of paranormal investigator for a Roman-inspired world. Think Lindsey Davis’ Falco dealing with the occult, or Harry Dresden in a Toga (that last one is better – he has a cat).

That is so pawsome. Can you share an excerpt from one of your author’s books that features your counterpart in an important scene? If so, please include it.

I’ll share a scene with my namesake, from his most recent adventure. He just broke his leg, so was in a foul mood. I fully approve of his way of dealing with it.

As if to reinforce my resolve to protect Aemilia, in a grim reminder of my past, the next morning I found Araxus knocking on my door. He was bedraggled, stooped, unwashed, unshaven, but his green right eye was looking at me openly and the mad black one seemingly under his control.

“Do you have a pig?” he asked before I could say anything.


“Never mind, you will. It’s about the tabulae defixiones that we disposed of the other day. Do you still have them?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Why?”

“I wanted to check something.”

My hackles rose. “Do you think they are not inert? I thought we disposed of their magia safely.”

“We did, we did. They are nothing but plumber’s supplies now. Could I see them, please?”

“Did you think of some new aspect?” I asked, motioning for him to follow me to my study. I dug out the curse tablets and handed them over.

He unfolded one carefully and examined the engraved signs. As he read, his green right eye clouded, darkened, became as black as his mad left eye. Clouds drifted past my window and the room acquired a chill.

“Well?” I asked. “What is it?”

He turned both black eyes on me, his gaze boring into my soul. Shivers ran up my spine and my broken ankle began to ache and throb.

“It’s as I feared,” he said, voice rasping. “There is more baaa to this than a baaa curse. It’s not a mere supplication to the major baaa gods, it’s almost a love sonnet baaa to invite them to procreate. Do you realise what this baaa means?”

“It means you are insane.”

“No! It means that the black sheep has three bags of wool! Baaa!” And with this he broke into a mad little jig, reciting a silly children’s ditty about lambs. After a while I gave up trying to restore his reason, and — somewhat fearful that in his mad state he might reactivate the curse tablets — escorted him out of my house.

After Araxus left, I needed some time away from everyone and decided I would not be getting it at home.

Given my impaired mobility, I could not take on another case. I was in no condition to walk far, but I limped down to the docks between the grain and fish markets, found a good corner, and left a honey-cake in the shrine of the nearest crossroad lar. I chalked ‘FORTUNES TOLD, CURSES IDENTIFIED’ on the wall, sat down on a folding stool under it, put on airs, and busied myself with a scroll by Thrasyllus on star-gazing which looked impressive with all its strange and foreign symbols.

It also kept my mind away from Aemilia and what I needed to do with her.

On the way home, I could feel my ankle getting stronger. Whatever charms Petreius had weaved into the cast were working their magic. Still, limping on a plastered leg, a crutch in one hand and my folding stool and scrolls in the other, was hard enough without impairing my balance further. So despite a strong desire to forget Aemilia, my better judgement prevailed and I only had one drink on the way home. I sat in a tavern, ordered some fried and stuffed bread, and sipped a half-decent vintage that required just a pinch of cloves and sugar of lead to make it palatable.

I was about to leave for home when Araxus walked in and, with a heavy sigh, sat at my table. Without looking at me or any acknowledgement, he took my cup and poured the dregs of wine from the jug into it. There was barely a quarter-cup left. He dipped his finger in the little saucer of sugar, then swirled the wine with it. As he did, the wine rose, filling the cup. I was still in shocked silence when he lifted it up to his lips and drank deeply. While that spoke volumes about his table manners, it gave me little clue about his mental state.

“And hello to you, too,” I finally said. “What brings you into the town?”

“I need to find my friend Felix,” he said. “He needs my help.”

“Oh? Do tell. What trouble has ‘Felix’ gotten himself into this time?”

“He needs a priest.”

“You are no priest,” I said.

“And neither is he. You see,” he leaned close to me, his reek overwhelming, “we could never worship the Magna Mater — we love our testicles too much!” At this he erupted into inane giggles which turned into hiccoughs.

Still, he could be prophetic at times. Not for nothing is the power of prophecy linked to curses and madness. “Why does he need a priest?”

“How should I know?” he said.

“So how do you know he needs one?” I asked through gritted teeth.


“Felix! You said he needs a priest!”

“Felix, what are you talking about? Who needs a priest?”

I took a deep breath. “You just walked in here, said you were looking for me because I need a priest.”

“Did I? No one in your family left to die, so perhaps you’re getting married soon?”

I had enough of him, and stood up to leave, dropping a few coins on the table. Araxus’ hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. His green eye was still looking at the wine cup, but his black one looked straight at me, through me.

“I will be there when you need me,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “I still have much of my debt to repay you.”

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I am the inspiration to my author’s writing, of course. I’m a muse of the arts, as is right and proper for a cat.

If you ask about the other Felix, he’s the protagonist. In a classical hard-boiled detective style, the stories are told in first-person point of view. He’s a not quite fully trained wizard, an investigator of both the mundane and the occult, and makes his living by making problems (such as dead relatives) go away.

Love it! Are you a talking cat or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I like to remind my author when he’s being lazy. I am quite capable of admonishing him in the morning when the food bowl isn’t properly filled up to the top. Other than that, I am a sneaky ninja. It’s my sister who’s the more editorial type:

She is not afraid to voice her opinion. Then again, perhaps that is why I am the muse, and she’s not in the books.

You may be right. What advice would you give other cats?

Learn from my sister and me. Be the muse, not the critic.

Great advice.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

Assaph has just release In Numina. Here’s the blurb:

This is the second story of Togas, daggers, and Magic – for lovers of Ancient Rome, Hardboiled detectives, and Urban Fantasy.

A rich landlord finds tenants are abandoning his apartment buildings, spouting tales of horrific events and whispering that the old gods – the numina – came alive and cursed the buildings.

Enter Felix, a professional fox. Dressed in a toga and armed with a dagger, Felix is neither a traditional detective nor a traditional magician – but something in between. Whenever there is a foul business of bad magic, Felix is hired to sniff out the truth. Now he must separate fact from superstition – a hard task in a world where the old gods still roam the earth.

In Numina is set in a fantasy world. The city of Egretia borrows elements from a thousand years of ancient Roman culture, from the founding of Rome to the late empire, mixed with a judicious amount of magic. This is a story of a cynical, hardboiled detective dealing with anything from daily life to the old forces roaming the world.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

Yes we are! While I don’t have accounts of my own, I routinely feature on Assaph’s Instagram feed. My images get the most likes, even more than Felix’s quotes and (shudder) pictures of Australian backyard wildlife.



Mailing list for free novella:


Twitter: @assaphmehr

Google Plus:




Amazon Author Page:

In Numina on Amazon:

Murder In Absentia (book 1 of the series) on Amazon:

Purrfect. Thanks so much for the cat chat, Felix. I will definitely look up you and your author. Best whiskers to you all on your new release and future books.


Feature Friday Film: The Shabby Tabby Cafe, the first Cat Cafe on Long Island

Sneaky here to share a video from ABC News about a new cat cafe on Long Island. Since my author lives there and is actually visting this pawsome place on Saturday, I thought I’d check it out. If you’re in the New York/Long Island area, you might want to, also. Cat Cafe’s are purrfect.

Read the story written by Kristin Thorne about behind this great place and watch the video below it.

Long Island is now home to every cat lovers’ dream – a cat cafe.

Ryan Shea, of Yaphank, is the owner of Shabby Tabby Cat Cafe in Sayville.

When her cat died, she became involved in cat rescue and visited some cat cafes in Colorado and New York City. This inspired Shea to open a cat cafe.

The cafe features various lounge chairs, bean bag chairs and cushion benches. The space is dotted with cat ladders and cat toys.

Around 15 to 20 cats are free to roam about the entire space, and all the cats come from The Golden Paw Society in Huntington and can be adopted.

“People can see their personalities more in a situation like this,” Shea said. “Sit and hang out with them, and then if they want to adopt one, we have the applications here.”

Shea said her other goal is to provide the community with a place of relaxation.

“Cats have a very relaxing quality to them, so a lot of times you have a bad day or if you’re stressed out, you just come and sit with a cat and they’re purring,” she said. “They’re just relaxing animals.”

One hour sessions cost $15, while a monthly membership can be purchased for $100. It includes 10 sessions every month, and reservations are recommended.

Shea said she is planning various events, including yoga, wine night and Halloween scary movie night with cats.

The cafe officially opens Saturday.

This just in from Newsday with another pawsome video about The Shabby Tabby.


Sneaky Interviews Troubadour from In Cold Chocolate by Dorothy St. James

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to be speaking with a cozy mystery cat whose current book is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Welcome, Kitty, please tell us your name and your author’s name.

I’m Troubadour, a refined hairless cat, and I’ve given author Dorothy St. James the privilege of writing about me. I’m the star of the Southern Chocolate Shop Mysteries.

Did you say “chocolate?” Mmmm. I think your books will appeal to all those chocoholics out there. As far as being a refined cat, that’s a bit redundant. All cats are refined. It’s very mice to meet you, Troubadour. Love your name, too.

What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I’ve played a starring role in Asking for Truffle, Playing with Bonbon Fire, and In Cold Chocolate. They are all cozy mysteries.

I’m a cozy mystery cat, too. Your books sound quite yummy.

Are you in a series? If so, please give information about it.

Seriously? Did you think one book about me would be enough? I’m in the Southern Chocolate Shop Mystery series. I allow Penn, the sleuth/chocolatier in the book, to live in the apartment above the chocolate shop with me and my friend Bertie Bays. The lives of the humans that live in the apartment are oddly droll.

In the Southern Chocolate Shop Mysteries, Charity Penn, owner of The Chocolate Box, a gourmet chocolate shop in the heart of the quirky Camellia Beach community, has found a secret ingredient: A rare chocolate bean with a flavor unmatched anywhere in the world. But whenever she cooks up her treats, disaster and murder follow.

Wow, Meow. I’m hooked.

Are you based on a real animal such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.

Although Dorothy St. James has been owned by several cats in her life, she’s never had the honor of living with a hairless cat. Her loss, I say.

My author has had many cats but never a hairless one either. Cats are purrfect no matter what breed they are.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

Here’s a scene from IN COLD CHOCOLATE, where I point out an important clue. But do the humans pay attention? No. Of course not.

The frown on his lips deepened. “Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?”

“No, sir. Of course not. I’m trying to tell you something you might not know because you live in downtown Charleston and not out here on Camellia Beach.”

“I swear, Penn—”

I never did get to hear what was going to come next. I liked to think he was about to swear that he’d never met a civilian sleuth with such sharp instincts. But at that very moment, Troubadour, Bertie’s hairless cat, let out an ear-piercing yeow as he charged out of Bertie’s bedroom. He looked like a blur as he darted across the room and made a beeline straight for the detective who was still standing at the open door.

A shadow appeared on the floorboards of the porch beyond the door. I half-expected to see either Harley or Gavin to walk by on his way to their apartment or to pause to say hello. Having one of them pass by would also explain Troubadour’s sudden burst of energy.

I didn’t have a chance to look outside. As soon as Troubadour appeared, Stella jumped up, breaking her stay command. Barking as if the world had just caught fire, she ran at the kitty, stopping only because she’d reached the end of her leash. No amount of treats was going to deter her from what she saw as her duty to keep her nemesis (the cat) from getting close to (well) anyone. She tugged and jumped and made a noisy menace of herself.

Troubadour, unimpressed by this display, growled low in his throat. He swatted Stella on the nose before continuing on his path toward the door. This only made Stella even angrier. With a growly bark, she chased after the platinum-colored kitty.

My attempts to rein in her bad behavior had absolutely no effect. I ended up doing exactly what Lidia had warned me not to do. I scooped Stella into my arms. My frustrated pup chomped down on my wrist as I carried her into my bedroom. I gently set her down, pried her mouth from my wrist, and provided her with a handful of treats before closing the bedroom door.

“Sorry about that,” I said when I returned.

Troubadour was rubbing himself against the detective’s leg and purring loudly.

“I see you’re a cat person.” I peeked out the door. The mysterious shadow was gone.

“Actually, I prefer dogs.” Gibbons grimaced down at Troubadour, but didn’t do anything to stop the kitty from rubbing all over his pants.

I was sure I’d seen the shadow of person approaching the open door. “Did you see anyone walk by?” I asked him.

“No.” He suddenly looked suspicious. “Why?”

I peeked out the door again. “When Troubadour came running toward you, I thought I saw someone standing outside on the porch.”

He peered outside. “There’s no one out here.”

“No, there isn’t. But I’m sure I saw someone.” Had someone been lurking outside the door listening? Was someone still out there waiting for me to be alone? I hugged myself and shivered.

Pawsome, Troubadour. You’re quite the actor.

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I like that I don’t have to do much. I mean, there’s that annoying dog of Penn’s that I have to train. And I find I need to keep some unpleasant people who visit Penn in line. But other than that, I’m allowed to live like a king. I sip my milk (and occasionally some coffee) and lounge around. It’s a good life.

Yes, we pet characters do enjoy a nice standard of living but, then, so do real life pets. The ones with nice humans, of claws.

Are you a talking cat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I’m much too important to “talk” with the humans. Besides, I’d rather give them the chance to figure things out on their own. How else will they learn?

My sentiments exactly.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Don’t let your author turn you into “comic relief.” That kind of treatment is humiliating for you and for cats everywhere. Have some self-respect. Stand up for yourself. You’re a cat and that means something. Act like it.

Purrfect advice.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

My author’s most recent book featuring me as the star is IN COLD CHOCOLATE (September 2018). The stupid dog gets to have her picture on all the covers of the books in the series. It’s sooo unfair.

The vintage seaside town of Camellia Beach, South Carolina seems like the perfect place for romance with its quiet beach and its decadent chocolate shop that serves the world’s richest dark chocolates. The Chocolate Box’s owner, Charity Penn, falls even further under the island’s moonlit spell as she joins Althea Bays and the rest of the turtle watch team to witness a new generation of baby sea turtles hatch and make their way into the wide ocean.

Before the babies arrive, gunshots ring out in the night. Cassidy Jones, the local Casanova, is found dead in the sand with his lover Jody Dalton-the same woman who has vowed to destroy the Chocolate Box-holding the gun. It’s an obvious crime of passion, or so everyone believes. But when Jody’s young son pleads with Penn to bring his mother back to him, she can’t say no. She dives headfirst into a chocolate swirl of truth and lies, and must pick through an assortment of likely (and sometimes unsavory) suspects before it’s too late for Penn and for those she loves.

Wonderful excerpt. I feel your pain about covers. I didn’t get on one until the 3rd of our series, but I’ve been lucky that Fido hasn’t gotten featured on one yet.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

You can find Dorothy St. James at:



Twitter: @dorothymcfalls


Dorothy’s e-Newsletter:

Read the 3rd book in the Southern Chocolate Shop Mystery series, IN COLD CHOCOLATE (Sept 2018)

Sea turtles, chocolate turtles, and a shot in the dark turn life on the small town of Camellia Beach upside down.

Thanks so much for the interview, Toubadour, and best whiskers to you and Dorothy on your new release and future books. I know you also have a blog tour right now, so I’m including the link to your author’s rafflecopter:

Feature Friday Film: Pranking Cats is Easy

Debbie saw this video recently and asked me to post it for my Feature Friday Film. I have to admit that I had my doubts. Although these pranks that humans played on their cats seemed interesting, we felines know that we may seem to fall for these tricks but never forget them and find even more interesting ways to exact revenge. So watch this film but don’t think trying these on your own cats would be funny. By the way, the  cat with the pink flower looks very much like Debbie’s cat Stripey who can be so sweet but is a master of revenge.

Sneaky Interviews Black Cat, author Elaine Faber’s Character Cat from The Black Cat Mysteries

Meow there. It’s Sneaky with my first return guest. I interviewed this cat awhile back, but he asked for an update, so I kindly obliged. Hello there, Kitty, please introduce yourself and your author.

My person is Elaine Faber. You can call me Thumper, or Black Cat, which is the name I’m most used to. Whichever you decide, be sure to call me to dinner.

MOL (Meow Out Loud). I’ll call you Black Cat. I always call my guests by the names they prefer.

What book(s) have you appeared in?

 My three published novels are Black Cat’s Legacy, Black Cat and the Lethal Lawyer, and Black Cat and the Accidental Angel. My person has written a fourth Black Cat novel (WIP) to be published in 2020. All are cozy cat mysteries where I am a major POV character. That means I narrate much of the story. Cats are much better writers than most humans.

Cool! I agree with you. Unfortunately, my author does all the narration of our books. Maybe I can purrsuade her to change that one day.

Tell us more about your series.

Yes. As noted above. I’ve had three amazing adventures regarding solving a cold case murder, a Texas horse ranch, embezzlement and various other skullduggery, and emus, a vineyard and the possible appearance of an angel. If I told you more, I’d have to kill you….

You have quite the sense of humor, Black Cat.

Are you based on a real cat such as your author’s?

My person based my physical appearance on her cat, Boots, who has now crossed the Rainbow Bridge. His memory lives on in my mystery novels.

Awww. My author’s Oliver also went to Rainbow Bridge. He was the Siamese  I was based on. Although we had some differences, I hope he lives on through me, too.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene?

(An edited scene from Black Cat and the Accidental Angel. Black Cat is in the vineyard with John and his little girl, the family who took him and Angel in when they were left behind following an MVA.)

As John turned, he dropped his glove. He leaned to pick it up. A blast exploded from the trees and a bullet whistled past his head. He threw himself onto the ground.

Black Cat flattened into the dirt. Holy cats and little fishes. What was that?

Cindy sat up. “Daddy. What happened?”

“Stay down!” John crawled between the vines toward Cindy. “That bullet darn near hit me.” He lay on the ground for a minute. “Stay right here. Don’t get up. I’m going to see who’s shooting. Maybe it was a stray bullet.” He ran his hands over Cindy’s flyaway hair.

Her eyes were wide, her cheeks pale.

Black Cat hunkered beside her. That was a tad too close for comfort.

“Don’t be afraid, honey. I’m sure it was an accident. You stay here with Black Cat. I’ll be right back.”

Cindy clutched Black Cat to her chest as they lay in the dirt. Her heart thumped against his chest, matched by the beating of his own heart.

What must John be thinking as he crept through the vineyard toward someone with a rifle aimed at his head? He had to leave his child alone in the middle of the field with only a cat to protect her. Poor John! Poor Cindy! Poor me!

If the shooter would try to take out a man and his little girl, he wouldn’t think twice about killing a cat. He imagined how the lead story on tomorrow’s newspaper might read.

The bodies of a man, his daughter and their heroic cat were found today in a local vineyard, shot to death by an unknown assailant. Drops of blood found on the brave cat’s feet bore witness to his courageous effort to save the lives of his master and child.

Most grievously missed, and unfortunately dead, the lion-hearted cat will be posthumously awarded a medal of valor for his herculean efforts to thwart the foul murderer. DNA examination of the blood found on the gallant cat’s feet will no doubt identify the killer. The noble efforts of Nevada City’s departed feline hero will not soon be forgotten. A statue in his honor will be erected in the town square…

Oh, good grief, Black Cat. Get a grip.

This was no laughing matter. Somewhere in the trees next to the vineyard, a killer lurked with a rifle, and Black Cat was the only thing between the madman and Cindy.

(Spoiler. In a cozy mystery, all will be okay in the end. My person just likes to scare you to death.)

What a purrfect scene. Concatulations, Black Cat!

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I get to show off my sense of humor, my bravery, and my macho side, though the latter tends to get me into trouble more times than I like to admit. Just sayin’…

You aren’t very modest, but most of us kitty characters aren’t. We also tend to get in trouble by sticking our paws in our book’s mysteries.

Are you a talking cat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I talk to other cats and to an occasional dog. Unless you consider “talking,” my narration of much of the story, as noted in the excerpt above. I try to communicate with my people, but humans being notoriously ignorant, even my best efforts are often in vain as I point out clues they need to solve anything. I shall endure.

I sympathize with you Black Cat. I feel the same way. Human characters can be very dense in recognizing clues we point out to them.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Cat characters should remember their physical limitations. We stretch fantasy novels to the limit when cats help solve crimes and communicate with other animals. People do not speak ‘Cat’. Cats do not speak ‘English’. So let’s get real… sort of…

That’s where body language comes in and all the great feline sounds we’re capable of emitting.

 Do you have any new books coming out?

Yes. My person has written a fourth Black Cat Mystery which includes a mystery in Fern Lake and another mystery, as my book person seeks a hidden treasure in Austria.

Very Mice. My author is finishing up our fourth book, as well.

Are you and/or your author on social media?

My author has a website. and her personal Facebook   My person posts excerpts from her novels, short stories and articles on the website, and fun things about our books and other pleasant things on Facebook. See a list of all her novels below.

 Elaine Faber’s Bio:

Elaine Faber lives in Northern California with her husband and several feline companions. She is a member of Sisters in Crime, California Cat Writers, and Northern California Publishers and Authors. She volunteers with the American Cancer Society Discovery Shop. She enjoys speaking on author panels, sharing highlights of her novels. Her short stories have appeared in national magazines and multiple anthologies. She has published seven novels.

Black Cat’s Legacy, With the aid of his ancestors’ memories, Thumper helps pursue a cold case murder.

Black Cat and the Lethal Lawyer, Thumper accompanies his family to a Texas horse ranch where they confront wild horses, embezzling, false identities and attempted murder.

Black Cat and the Accidental Angel, Black Cat and his companion are left behind following an MVA. Taken in by a family facing personal and financial disaster, Black Cat and Angel encounter disaster and a spiritual awakening. s

Mrs. Odboddy-Hometown Patriot, Eccentric Mrs. Odboddy believes there are Nazi spies and conspiracies in her small town.

Mrs. Odboddy-Undercover Courier, Mr. O carries a package by train to President Roosevelt which she is sure contains secret war documents. She is equally sure Nazi spies are after her package.

Mrs. Odboddy-And Then There was a Tiger, Falsely accused of various crimes, Agnes sets about to restore her reputation and restore the missing war bond money.

Your author is quite talented, Black Cat. I enjoyed chatting with you about the books you’re in. Best whiskers on your series.

For those who missed Black Cat’s first interview, you can still read it here:

I also had a wonderful chat awhile back with Ling Ling from Elaine’s Mrs. Odboddy series. For those who missed it, I’m including the link:

Sneaky Interviews CeeBee from Flower Power Fatality, the first Psychedelic Spy Mystery by Sally Carpenter

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to cat chat with a cozy mystery cat whose current book, Flower Power Fatality, is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Meow there. What is your name and your author’s name?

I’m a black neutered cat named Ceebee (short for cat burglar) and my author is Sally Carpenter

Mice to meet you, Ceebee. What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I’m the real star, not the humans, of “Flower Power Fatality,” a humorous retro-cozy series.

Wow, Meow. I love cozies. They’re my favorite genre, but I have no idea what a retro-cozy is, so I can’t wait for you to explain. Please tell us more.

“FPF” is the first book in the Psychedelic Spy series set in 1967 in Yuletide, Indiana, a small rural town in Southern Indiana.

Sounds purrfect. I love a new series. My first book was A Stone’s Throw, and my author is editing #4 right now. Your series sounds like a winner to me.

Are you based on a real animal such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.


 My author has waited on several black cats over the years. Their names are Pretty Kitty, Snuggles, Felix, Gabby, Outdoor Kitty and Boots, the only one still on her first life. Some of the things I do are based on the other cats.

Debbie has had many cats, too. I’m based on her Oliver, a Siamese she dearly loved who went to Rainbow Bridge this past November.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.

My two most important scenes are spoilers, so I’ll talk about meeting Mommy when she comes home from work.

Noelle turned onto to a two-lane country road, expertly dodging the potholes. . .  She pulled onto the gravel driveway that wound past the main house and went deep into the wooded acreage. . . .

At the sound of her car engine, a fat black cat ran from the woods. Noelle slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting the animal as it stopped smack in front of the car. Exasperated, she rolled down the window and poked out her head.

“Ceebee! Will you move! I have to park!”

The cat stared, the headlights reflecting in its yellow eyes.

“Don’t make me come out there and get you!”

They’d played this game many times before. Noelle threw the stick shift into park, stepped out of the car and pushed up the garage door. Then she picked up the cat and deposited him on the passenger seat. Ceebee clawed the car seat. Noelle parked the Bug inside the garage as the rain blew in. With purse and cat in hand, she pulled down the garage door and hurried along the concrete walkway to the front door, ducking her head to keep the rain out of her face. She had the foresight earlier in the day to leave on the porch light so she could see the way after dark. Ceebee jumped from her arms and pressed against the screen door so she couldn’t open it. Noelle yanked the door open hard enough to push Ceebee aside, then held the screen door open with her hip so she could unlock the front door. Ceebee rubbed on her legs and fussed.

“All right, I can’t feed you until I get inside, okay?”

Once the door was open, the feline raced inside and left watery paw prints across the linoleum floor. The actress shut the door and snapped on the ceiling light as Ceebee yowled.

“Will you hush! Can I at least get my raincoat off?”

More meowing from Ceebee. He pawed at her legs.

“Don’t get your muddy paws on my boots!” She dropped her purse on the coffee table in the living room. “All right, I’ll feed your bottomless pit. Honestly, if you’re so hungry, go catch a mouse.”

Noelle headed for the kitchenette with the cat on her heels. She opened a wall cabinet and removed a frosted white Tupperware container full of dry cat chow. She filled a ceramic cat bowl with chow as Ceebee bounced around her ankles. After she set the bowl on the floor, Ceebee dug in. Noelle leaned over to pet him.

“Yeww! You’re soaking wet! Couldn’t you go inside your cathouse and stay dry? Silly poo!”

Her dad had built a little wooden house outside where Ceebee could escape the cold Hoosier winters, but during rainstorms the cat preferred to sit under a tree. Noelle pulled some paper towels off the wooden towel rack and wiped Ceebee. The cat purred as he inhaled the food.

“How’s my little cat burglar, huh? Did you have fun running around outside?” She had named him Ceebee because of his tendency to snatch anything that wasn’t nailed down. . . .

Noelle finished off the hot cocoa and tossed the mail onto the growing stack of newspapers, magazines and envelopes atop the coffee table. She scooped Ceebee off the sofa.

“Time for your lesson.”

She fetched a bag of cat treats from the kitchenette and squatted on the floor. Ceebee sat facing her. Holding a treat in her left hand, Noelle held out her right hand. “Shake.” The cat raised his right paw level with her hand. Noelle shook the paw and held out the treat, which he gulped down. Noelle repeated the command and Ceebee obeyed each time.

“Good boy! I’ll take you to Hollywood with me and we can be in movies together. I’ll be a big animal trainer along with Frank Inn. You can do tricks for the camera and we’ll be famous. What do you say to that?”

Ceebee raised a back leg and licked his butt.

Pawsome  (and funny) excerpt.

What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?

I don’t appear as much as I should in this book, but two of the things are I do are critical to the story. I get Mommy involved in the mystery, and I help her catch the villain. My author has promised me a bigger part and more treats in the next book.

Make sure she keeps her word. I had to keep nudging Debbie to get more scenes, and I even purr-suaded her to get my photo on her cover and this blog.

Are you a talking cat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I don’t talk but I’m very vocal. When I’m hungry, I fuss. When I’m happy, I purr like a train. When Mommy takes me to the vet, I yowl. When Mommy won’t give me what I want, like more food, I have a pitiful mew.

Way to go, CeeBee.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Be an indoor-outdoor cat. I live in the country near a lot of trees, so I go prowling and hunting every day. Sometimes I catch “presents” for Mommy. She stores them in her trashcan so she can eat them later, I guess. I run around in my domain, or I just curl up under a tree and sleep. Sometimes I come back with ticks and burrs in my fur, but Mommy picks them out. She’s a good Mommy.

I’m mostly indoors in our Cobble Cove books. I live in the library. I got out once in Written in Stone, but I turned up safe and led my humans to an important clue.

Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.

My author feels she has get her first book, “The Baffled Beatlemaniac Caper,” back in print this fall before she starts writing the next book about me. She has warped priorities. Nothing is more important than writing about cats. She has promised that in the next book I’ll do spy stuff along with my book Mommy.

Well, Debbie likes to alternate her series with standalone mysteries or romances. Even though they all have at least one cat in them, they’re not me. She also just reprinted Cloudy Rainbow, her very first romance novel. But I got her back on track and editing our 4th mystery now.

Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.

My author’s email is Her webpage is She’s on Facebook at

Wonderful. I will make sure to let our readers know, so they can follow her and you. Best whiskers to your both on your new series and upcoming spy adventures. For those following your tour who want to enter the rafflecopter, here’s the link.

Feature Friday Film: A Booktrailer for Cloudy Rainbow (Yes, it has a Cat in It)

Meow there. It’s Sneaky. No kitty films this Friday, I’m afraid, but I thought you might enjoy the book trailer to Debbie’s new release, Cloudy Rainbow. This is the 10th anniversary edition of her first novel. It features a cat, of claws, even though he’s not me, and it isn’t our next Cobble Cove mystery (don’t worry. That’s coming soon).