Hi, there. It’s Sneaky with a Feature Friday Film that I should’ve shown last week on Friday the 13th to help people understand that black cats don’t bring bad luck. In some countries, they’re actually believed to bring good luck. My author, Debbie, has 3 cats. One of them is a black cat named Harry. He’s brought her much happiness. Check out these other beautiful black cats, facts about why they and their owners are lucky, and let me know if you also have a black cat.
Hi, there. It’s Sneaky with a Feature Friday Film about an interesting feline topic. In the early morning hours and before bedtime, Debbie’s cats go wild. They run around the house like crazy animals. This phenomenon is not unsual. In fact, it’s quite common. People have coined the termed for this action, the Zoomies, because of how fast their cats run. Check out these videos that explain why cats do this and feature some of them zooming around. The second video reminds me of Harry and Hermione who zoom around together.
Hello, there, Mr. Cat. What is your name and your author’s name?
I am Felix, a tuxedo cat. I am told I’m quite handsome. I must be, because they named a restaurant after me and even have a drawing of me for something called a logo. Sitting beside me is my dog pal, Oscar, a Golden Lab. He’s a great guy, even though he’s a dog. When our people parents split up, our dad took Oscar and named a restaurant after him, too. It’s gone to his head, you know. Dogs can be like that. Not quite as grounded as a cat. The author of our tail…tale…is Heather Haven. She’s okay for a human. But you know about them.
I sure do, Felix. It’s mice to meet you. My author once had a gray and white Tuxedo cat named Floppy. She wrote a book about him after he went to Rainbow Bridge. I also have a dog co-star in my Cobble Cove mysteries. His name is Fido, and he’s a Golden Retriever, not sure if that’s the same as a Golden Lab, but I know what you mean about dogs. They’re okay, but we cats are far superior.
What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.
Christmas Trifle, Book One of the Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Novels, is my first book. Wait, hold it. Oscar just barked. He said it’s his first book, too.
Concatulations and Condogulations to Oscar. My first book was A Stone’s Throw, and I’m waiting for Debbie to start our fifth. She’s working on other projects now, so me and Fido have to be patient.
Are you in a series? If so, please give information about it.
Christmas Trifle is the first book on this series. It takes place in a small village in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Aside from continually messing up their lives, these people strap two skinny pieces of wood to their feet and then proceed to careen down the side of a mountain. Us cats know it’s much better to sit in a window and watch all this silliness from the warmth of a fire. Oscar thinks it’s very exciting to be featured in a book. Naturally, as the cat in this epic, I don’t find it exciting, but merely my due. Although I have a FaceBook page for all my fans to reach out to me. Wait, hold it. Oscar just barked again. He says it’s his FaceBook page, too.
Your series sounds interesting, and I’m jealous you have a Facebook page. My author has one. At least, she gives me a blog. That’s more than I can say for what she does for Fido.
Are you based on a real animal such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.
I am a figment of her imagination. And as she is a figment of mine, we’re all good. Oscar, the dog, just watching. He’s not sure what a figment is.
MOL (Meow Out Loud). I was based on Debbie’s Siamese cat, Oliver, who also now lives on Rainbow Bridge.
Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.
Charly looked down at Felix moving closer to the threshold. She saw the cat’s attention was drawn to something across the street, something in the bushes. She bent down to pick the cat up but before she could, he shot out the door, down the steps, and onto the sidewalk.
“Felix,” she yelled, looking past François. The sous-chef in turn, looked at the disappearing cat, wondering what all the fuss what about. After all, don’t animals, especially cats, belong outside?
Charly snatched at her coat, threw it on, and dashed out the door, closing it behind her. She tore off after the cat and ran down the icy sidewalk, wearing nothing but her thin slippers. “Ow, ow, cold, cold,” she added, as each foot hit the frosty cement.
“Sacré bleu,” uttered the Frenchman, still standing on the stoop and watching Charly in amazement.
Felix dashed across the street and disappeared behind a clump of bushes. Charly followed. She could hear a dog whining with happiness.
“Felix!” She caught Felix winding himself around a dog’s legs, and in surprise, noticed the dog was Oscar.
“Oscar!” She dropped to her knees in the snow, hugging the dog and burying her face in his fur. “Merry Christmas, you sweet thing. What are you doing here?”
She took hold of the dog’s lead, followed it, and saw Cliff on the other side of the bushes. In his crouched position, it was obvious he was trying not to be seen. Indignant, she stood and gave the leash as strong a yank as she could.
Cliff, thrown off balance, fell down in the snow. He rose, brushed snow from his coat, and strolled out as casually as possible. It was a stare-off moment and then Cliff became self-righteous again.
“You know, you really shouldn’t let Felix run across the street like that. He could get hit by a car.”
“I didn’t let him,” Charly retorted. “He saw Oscar. You know they’re like magnets –“ Realizing she’d been distracted into defending herself, her tone became as self–righteous as his. “Never mind that. Just what are you doing here?”
“I might ask you the same question.”
“Me? What are you talking about? I live here…ah…there.” Feet cold, she hopped from one foot to the other while pointing to her house. Charly noticed François standing on the front stoop, watching them intently. She gave him a tentative wave. He waved back with a heartiness that surprised her.
“A–ha!” The accusation in Cliff’s voice was loud and clear.
“What do you mean, ‘a–ha’?” She wrapped her coat around her indignantly, forgetting her half–frozen feet. “How dare you ‘a–ha’ me. You take that ‘a–ha’ back.” She had a flash of an understanding. “Wait a minute. Are you spying on me?”
“Spying on you?” Cliff sputtered. “Spying on you? Certainly not. I was taking the dog out for a walk. How would I know where you lived? You’re the one that took up a separate, new residence while I was off trying to build us a future.”
“’Trying to build us a future’? I can’t believe you just said that.”
“That’s right. Trying to build us a future.”
“You know what I have to say to you? Liar, liar, pants on fire. Read the divorce papers. You deserted me, you big ham, going off and doing that stupid show for a year. That’s all you care about, Mr. Restaurant Guru.”
“Did you just call me a ham?”
“I did. Hormel’s finest.” She drew herself up to her full height, stood on tippy-toes, and put her nose to his before adding, “And on top of that you’re a philanderer.”
Felix and Oscar sat side–by–side staring up at the fighting couple, looking from one to the other. Cliff, clearly shocked by her accusation, lost his grandiose attitude for the moment.
“What do you mean I’m ‘a philanderer’? I never philandered in my life.”
“So you can ‘hah’ me but I can’t ‘a–ha’ you? And who told you I cheated on you? How could you believe I would do such a thing?” he added, in a wounded tone.
“Oh, puleese.” Charly bent down and picked up the cat, hugging him to her. “I am done talking to you,” she said in her best dismissive tone. “Anything more you have to say to me you can say through my lawyer. And tomorrow I am calling him to have you served with a restraining order, so you can never pull a stunt like you did last night at my restaurant again.”
“Oh, really? Maybe I’ll call my lawyers to make sure you don’t call the reporters like you did last night so they can take a photo of me.”
Completely confused, Charly paused for a moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It was Charly’s turn for a snappy rejoinder, but thinking better of it, she merely tucked the cat under one arm, stomped across the street, and back to her house. Cliff stared after her. Charly marched up the steps and beamed at François.
“François,” she said in a crooning voice, but loud enough for Cliff to hear, “would you like to come inside?”
François returned the smile, eager to be invited in. “Oui, oui. It is cold out here. How you stand the weather in this town, I will never know. Snow, snow, always the snow.”
“Well, it’s much warmer inside,” she said suggestively, looking at Cliff across the street. Charly opened the door and strolled inside, followed by François.
Cliff watched this display with disgust. “Come, Oscar,” he said in a loud voice. “I see who the cheat is. Let’s go home.”
He gave the leash a little jerk. Oscar refused to move and turned to stare at the door Charly and Felix had disappeared into.
“Come on, boy,” Cliff said, before sneezing. Reaching inside his pocket for a handkerchief, he turned around, ready to stalk off.
“Oscar, now I mean it. Come on.”
Oscar paused, looking at the home across the street. Then he turned to his master and finally loped behind.
Wow, Meow. I’m clapping my paws. You’re a natural, Felix, and Oscar is pretty good himself..
What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?
I am their touch of sanity. Oscar, too. Even though they split us up, we don’t have to take it, so we didn’t.
Good for you.
Are you a talking cat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?
I may only meow but I feel I can cover an entire range of emotions. Oscar, too. He barks with the best of ‘em.
Same here for me and Fido. We put our pet language to good use in our books.
What advice would you give other cat characters?
As Oscar says, “Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.” That’s Oscar Wilde, by the way.
I like a cat who quotes authors.
Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.
Actually, my cousin, Rum Tum Tugger, has a new book coming out next year, Casting Call for a Corpse, Book 7 of the Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries. That’s another series but Tugger has an important role in all of them. I have a little catching up to do but I believe quality trumps quantity every time. Don’t tell Tugger I said that, though. He’s got a mean left paw. As for my series – and I do like to call it my series – Heather says the next one, Spring Thaw, will be in the works soon, whatever that means.
Pawsome. I’d love to interview Rum Tum Tugger if he keeps his left paw to himself. Keep on Heather. Sometimes we have to push our authors to get them going.
Thanks for the purrfect interview, Felix, and best whiskers to you, Oscar, and Heather on your new release. I’m sharing your book’s blog tour below.
(A Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Mystery)
by Heather Haven
About the Book
Christmas Trifle (A Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Mystery)
Romantic Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Wives of Bath Press (September 1, 2019)
• Number of Pages – 322
When chefs Charly and Cliff Harding divorce, she gets custody of their upscale restaurant and its namesake, Felix, the cat. He gets custody of their dog, Oscar. What they both still have custody of is each other’s heart. But they seem to be the only two people in the small ski resort town of Snow Lake, Nevada, that don’t know it.
When Cliff opens his own restaurant in direct competition with Charly, bad things start to happen. Death threats, accidents, and murder are now on the menu. Their ‘if-you-can’t-take-the-heat-then-get-out-of-the-kitchen’ battles are backfiring, and regrets consume the two of them. But can they find their way back to each other? Or is it too late? Because they just might spend the rest of their lives in prison unjustly accused of killing someone. Or can love triumph over even murder?
About Heather Haven
Heather Haven, in the midst of writing her fourteenth novel, has also written short stories, comedy acts, television treatments, ad copy, commercials, and plays. She has won numerous awards for her Silicon Valley-based Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries; Manhattan-based WWII Persephone Cole Vintage Mysteries; Ringling Brothers’ Circus mystery noir, Death of a Clown; and Corliss and Other Award-Winning Stories. She has two romantic suspense series: Love Can be Murder Mystery Novellas with Lee Alvarez and Gurn Hanson, the Nick and Nora Charles of Silicon Valley, and the new Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Novels, of which Christmas Trifle is Book One.
She and her husband of thirty-four years are allowed to live with their two cats, Ellie and Yulie, in the foothills of San Jose, California.
Website – http://www.heatherhavenstories.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/HeatherHavenStories
Twitter – @HeatherHaven
Purchase Link – Amazon
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Some people think us cats are dirty, but that’s very far from the truth. Besides sleeping and eating, cats spend a large part of their days grooming themselves and sometimes the other cats in their home. When cats groom each other, this is called allogrooming and is explained in the first video I’m sharing for my Feature Friday Film today. The other video shows my authors’ cats, Harry and Hermione, demonstrating allogrooming.
Although, it doesn’t deal with cat self-grooming, you might also want to check out Debbie’s award-winning article, “Brush Your Cat for Bonding Beauty and Better Health” from Catster.com.
CAT SUMMER (CAT SEASONS TETRALOGY) a new sci-fantasy by Mollie Hunt
Publisher: Fire Star Press
I am proud to present the spotlight for my friend and fellow Cat Writers’ Association member, Mollie Hunt. Like me, Mollie has a cozy mystery series, but she’s branched out to write a wonderful sci-fic/fantasy tetralogy. Don’t miss the first of this 4-book set.
Lise has a special destiny: to help a clowder of sentient cats save the world from an evil older than history itself. It is a terrible battle, but Lise and her feline comrades prevail, putting an end to war, poverty, ignorance and want. The world is a better place.
Or is it?
A century later, it becomes clear that something has been lost. The new civilization produces no artists, no musicians, no scientists, no philosophers. Inertia has taken hold. Lise, now at the end of her life, must join her cat-friends once more to restore the Spark of the Human Spirit, but the goal cannot be reached without sacrifice. Is there enough time left for them to save the world for future generations?
Excerpt from Cat Summer:
“You are fighting a hopeless battle!” the demon Seh roared as Lise and Dominic continued their shift. “You will never win! Our essence is fused into the very core of your species, mingled with the helix strands of genetic code. You can no more change human nature than you can destroy us!” Lise noticed the mechanical voice was becoming muffled. “You are designated! You will…”
“You will…” it tried to reiterate, but the sound diminished. The voice was gone.
Lise didn’t let up but pushed even harder. With a final press and with Dominic’s help, the lush forest of the Alter-tier enfolded them. Not a scrap of Seh’s presence oozed into its serenity. They stood in an arbor at the edge of a meadow bright with wildflowers and lavender orchids, a perfect breeze playing through the leaves. Lise allowed herself to collapse into Dominic’s strong arms. Laying her head on the master’s shoulder, she gulped the perfumed air, trying to rid her lungs of the evil. She knew this peace was passing, that soon enough Seh would find her, and then it would begin all over again. She needed to gather strength while she could.
About Mollie Hunt: Native Oregonian Mollie Hunt has always had an affinity for cats, so it was a short step for her to become a cat writer. Mollie is the author of THE CRAZY CAT LADY COZY MYSTERY SERIES, featuring Portlander Lynley Cannon, a sixty-something cat shelter volunteer who finds more trouble than a cat in catnip. The 3rd in the series, CAT’S PAW, was a finalist for the 2016 Mystery & Mayhem Book Award, and the 5th, CAT CAFÉ, won the World’s Best Cat Litter-ary Award in 2019.
Mollie’s sci-fantasy, CAT SUMMER (Fire Star Press) is the first in her CAT SEASONS TETRALOGY where cats save the world from an evil older than history—twice!
Mollie also published a non-cat mystery, PLACID RIVER RUNS DEEP, which delves into murder, obsession, and the challenge of chronic illness in bucolic southwest Washington. Two of her short cat stories have been published in anthologies, one of which, THE DREAM SPINNER, won the prestigious CWA Muse Medallion. She has a little book of Cat Poems as well.
Mollie is a member of the Oregon Writers’ Colony, Sisters in Crime, Willamette Writers, the Cat Writers’ Association, and NIWA. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband and a varying number of cats. Like Lynley, she is a grateful shelter volunteer.
You can find Mollie Hunt, Cat Writer on her blogsite: www.lecatts.wordpress.com
Amazon Page: www.amazon.com/author/molliehunt
Facebook Author Page: www.facebook.com/MollieHuntCatWriter/
Fire Star Author Page: http://prairierosepublications.com/authors_2/mollie-hunt\
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