Mudpie’s Guest Post

Since I accidentally posted my Feature Friday yesterday, I thought it would be mice to feature this guest post by a fellow cat blogger today. Please welcome Mudpie from Mochas, Mysteries, and Meows.

Hi, everyone! From one blogging cat to another, I’d like to start by thanking Sneaky for inviting me to guest blog today!

For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Mudpie and I’m the feline half of the blogging team at Mochas, Mysteries and Meows (www.mochasmysteriesmeows.com). I’m an adorably feisty four-year-old tortoiseshell cat who moved into my forever home two years ago this month. Boy oh, boy did I ever log some miles in getting to Mommy Melissa! I started out in western New York (almost on the Pennsylvania border) when somehow I ended up in the slammer. When I didn’t get adopted right away I was transferred to a shelter in central Vermont (long car ride alert!), then Mommy saw me on PetFinder, adopted me, and I was on the road again for yet another hour drive back to northwestern Vermont! It sure was good to meet my final destination with the knowledge that I now have a family that will love me forever and ever.

I inherited our blog from my predecessor Truffles who was called to the Rainbow Bridge long before her time due to a blood clot in her heart. Needless to say, my Mommy was positively shattered and I made it my mission to make her smile again. It’s my humble opinion that I’ve done a pretty good job, but I know Mommy still thinks about Truffles every day and when she’s extra sad I work a little Mudpie magic to help her feel better.

Are you a regular visitor to our blog? If you’re passionate about cats and books I think you’d be very happy there.  We talk about cat health and nutrition, promote rescue and adoption, review products for both cats and cat ladies, run stories on cat culture and fun feline facts, review mainly cat books (although every now and then I allow Mommy to sneak in a book that doesn’t star a cat…GASP!), and my favorite, our “Mudpie Interviews” series. It started with my interviewing the fictional felines in the cozy mysteries we love to read, but it has expanded to interviews with real life cats who have extraordinary stories to tell. I’ve chatted with a group of special needs kitties who call themselves the “Cats of Hazzard”, a cutie pie named after our President, Pawnald Trump, whose goal is to make Catmerica great again, and a lovely mama tortie named Mimosa who is still waiting for her forever home after seeing her litter of five little nuggets get adopted. I’ve even interviewed you, Sneaky!

I can’t imagine how I ever could’ve lucked into a better life. Not only does my pawsome family think I hung the moon, I have a platform through my blog that enables me to use my voice to hopefully make a difference in the lives of other cats. I don’t think you can ask for much more than that, do you?

Feature Friday Films: Cat Checkups

Meow there. I’m a little sad today. My author’s cat was recently diagnosed with Chronic Kidney disease. He also may have high blood pressure, but it was hard to tell because he gets very nervous going to the vet. I don’t blame him. I hated the scene I played in my second book, Between a Rock and a Hard Place, when Laura and Alicia took me to the V.E.T. However, I realize these checkups are important because we cats are very good at hiding our illnesses. That’s why there’s even going to be a National Take Your Cat to the Vet Day this Tuesday, August 22. I believe Debbie will be posting information on that on her own blog very soon.

Since I’ve got my mind on vet visits, I thought I’d show some films of cat checkups. One even includes blood pressure testing.

 

Sneaky Interviews Author Marie Lavender’s cat, Kit

Who’s that cute kitty in the bag? I believe it’s another of author Marie Lavender’s cats. As much as I enjoy interviewing character cats, I love to cat chat with the real ones. So, puss, can you please introduce yourself and tell me a little about yourself?

My name is Katerina (Kit Kat or Kit). Have you noticed cat owners love nicknames? It’s rather strange. I’m a black kitty with a lush coat and a few small spots of white. I am a rescue cat too. I lived outside for a long time, but then three years later a family brought me in one winter, exclaiming how cold I must be! I have the life, I tell you. I’m warm when I need to be, and cool when it’s too hot outside. I get to sniff all the strawberries I want (I grew up around a strawberry patch, so I have a lot of memories of that). And Marie loves to give me catnip! Plus, I secretly think it’s funny that I never got declawed when the other two cats had their nails done years ago (before I met them). I am a big tease, and I love it. Sometimes when one of my pet humans gets close to me, trying to reach out and caress me, I run away. Then I come right back to taunt them. It’s a fun game! My favorite place to lounge is the new treadmill. The humans say it’s theirs, but I totally own it. I also get all the scratching pads I want.

You’d think I’d miss my old life, being free and running wild. But, it was really scary out there! I never knew when I’d get to eat next, and dogs and mean male cats would try to attack me. (Shudders.) Sure, there are times when I’d love to visit the outdoors a bit, to chase squirrels and such, but I can still watch them and the birds from the windows. When the humans open all the windows, I get a real treat too!

Sounds like quite the cat life.

Have you appeared in any of your owner/author’s books?

No, I haven’t appeared in one of Marie Lavender’s books yet. It doesn’t offend me, like certain other felines around!

(Lifts a paw.) According to the people in the house here, I squeak a lot. That’s my version of a meow. Occasionally, if I get really worried about something, I’ll start really meowing big time. Like at night, when everyone goes to sleep and I’m suddenly so lonely! Then they know I’m doing the real cat thing, and I mean business.

My author’s cat can be quite loud in the early morning hours, and he certainly doesn’t squeak. I think that’s cute. I wonder if you frighten the mice – MOL (Meow Out Loud).

What advice would you give other cats?

Well, stay sweet so your owners know you still love them. Humans enjoy being flattered. Other than that, know when to stand up for yourself. If you don’t like something that is happening, ‘no’ means no! And use your claws if you must.

Claws are a great defense as long as you know when to use them if hissing isn’t effective enough.

Can you tell me something about your author, Marie’s other books? Can you share an excerpt from the latest?

Marie is very talented! I can tell because of how hard she works on every book. She spends a lot of time polishing each novel before putting one out. Not to mention all the effort she puts into blogging and promoting. She wears me out, just thinking about it! So, I won’t.

Did you see that?…I think it was a bug. I need to chase it! Be right back.

So, where was I? Oh, yeah…Marie, right? She takes on the title of ‘multi-genre author’, likely because there is no other way to describe someone who dabbles in pretty much everything. Her latest book is Directions of the Heart, a modern romantic drama collection. However, because I am such a tease in real life, I’m gonna let you have a sneak peek at Blood Instincts, her upcoming futuristic paranormal romance/urban fantasy novel, also book two of the Blood at First Sight Series. Plus, as a black cat, I am naturally a fan of the supernatural! Here it is:

     Oliver shook himself with a reminder that he didn’t need to get involved with her to watch or train the woman. He’d go out with her tonight, but following her might be a better idea after all. Oliver finished dressing and went to the car he’d rented, a Lamborghini Aventador, for the evening. He wanted to celebrate this woman in style, to really treat her right. When he realized how that sounded, he cursed. It was too late to change his plans now, though.

            By six-thirty on the dot, when he was sure the sun was low enough to avoiding burning his retinas and skin, he stood at the door to her apartment. Clearly being a practical woman, he knew she’d appreciate punctuality. Absently, he ran a hand through his short hair, then looked down, saw the single rose in his hand and scowled. He couldn’t have made his intentions clearer if he’d tried. Myah would think he was interested, and not just for the short-term. Of course, it was possible that she didn’t know the meaning of flowers as he did, for a single red rose meant ‘life-long devotion and love’. His chest began to ache, and he attributed it to guilt. He didn’t want to use her, he realized, not for blood and not for her body. His libido might disagree, but she deserved…more.

            He took a deep breath, and then knocked. A few seconds later, the door swung open. He was still looking down at the bloom in his hand when he caught her scent. His nostrils flared, aware of the heady combination of jasmine and the sweet fluid in her veins.

            “Oliver, is everything all right?”

            “Yes, it’s…” His gaze swung back up to hers, but didn’t stop there. Oliver took her in like a man long deprived of water.

Tonight, her hair had a fine sheen and was straight as if she’d ironed it. It fell in a line down her back and she’d gone to a little more trouble with her makeup, yet she still appeared natural. She’d done something amazing around her eyes, however, and they really stood out. He wanted to drown in her espresso gaze. How silly, he thought, but then got a look at the rest of her. Her silver earrings dangled down in a marquis pattern. Her neck and the top of her chest were somewhat exposed as she’d squeezed herself in a mid-thigh length black dress with thin straps. The dress was made of soft black lace, causing him to wonder if she wore matching panties as well. Her legs were athletic, but smooth, and he had to stifle the strong urge to drop to his knees and kiss all the way up her perfect thighs. Her small feet were strapped into shining black heels.

            “Oliver, did you hear me? Are you okay?”

            He cleared his throat, forcing his eyes back to her face. “Ah…I’m fine. My God, you look amazing.” His throat was incredibly dry, and he was aware of a thirst that not only related to her appearance but her life essence. He worked on suppressing the bloodlust.

            The blush which moved across her cheekbones was charming. “Oh, thank you. You clean up well too, Mr. King.”

            He smiled, then handed her the rose. “This pales in comparison to your beauty, but I wanted to give you something.”

            “Oh, it’s lovely! How sweet.” She leaned down, inhaling, and as her nose got closer to the red rose, he thought she made quite the picture. He wished to paint her again; he’d use the brush strokes to really capture who this woman was. When she looked back at him, there was a teasing light in her eyes.

            “What?”

            She shook her head. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

            “Tell me,” he urged.

            “I wasn’t sure you were really interested the other night or if you just felt bad for me and did this to appease your guilt.”

            He shook his head. “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t interested. I thought the diner was the way to try to make up for what happened to you, of course, but the more I saw you, the more I wanted to know.” He didn’t add that his foolish, impulsive side didn’t seem to want to listen to anything he told it. ‘No’ clearly wasn’t in its vocabulary.

            That pretty blush returned to her face. “Ah…let me put this rose in a vase.”

            “Sure.”

            When she came back, he saw she’d put on a fine black coat, closing the two buttons in the front as she got to the door.

            “Do you have everything you need?”

            She nodded.

            “Great. Shall we?”

            “Of course.” Myah locked up, and they left the apartment building. Outside he led her to the sleek black car with custom red wheel disks at the curb. “This is yours?”

            He shook his head. “A rental. It is nice, but I don’t usually drive cars.”

            “May I ask why?”

            Oliver shrugged. “I just prefer walking, that’s all.”

            She stared at him with a strange look on her face for a moment when he opened her door.

            “Is there a problem?”

            She shook her head and smiled. “Not at all. I am partial to walking as well. But, this car…it’s very fine and appropriate for the evening.”

     “That’s what I was going for.” Her cheek dimpled and he couldn’t resist leaning forward and pressing his lips against it. Her face was warm, incredibly soft beneath his mouth, and he had to move away before he did something truly stupid. Such as find out what other parts of her were silky.

Wow, Meow. That was purrfect. I especially like the male character’s name. Oliver is my author’s cat. Of claws, that’s where the similarity ends.

Do you know when Marie’s next book will be out?

I’m just a kitty. How would I know? If I could read a human’s mind, I think we’d all be in a lot of trouble! But I imagine Marie will be informing us in her monthly newsletter, whenever the novel releases. I know her latest book, Directions of the Heart, just came out on July 25th.

Yes, some of her other cats have alerted me to that.

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

No…at least I don’t think I am! Shouldn’t someone have informed me? Oh, no! What am I going to do?

(Murmurs in the background.) Marie assures me I’m okay. I don’t have unanswered messages to attend to. These are her links, however.

Pawsome. She certainly makes up for your unsocial media presence. No offense. I don’t have a facebook page or that birdie thing either. Just this blog.

http://marielavender.com/
http://iloveromanceblog.wordpress.com/
http://marielavenderbooks.blogspot.com/
http://marielavender.blogspot.com/
https://www.facebook.com/marie.lavender.58
https://www.facebook.com/MarieAnnLavender
https://twitter.com/marielavender1
https://plus.google.com/u/0/+MarieLavender/posts

http://www.linkedin.com/pub/marie-lavender/27/187/10a
Amazon author page: Author.to/MarieLavender
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6938764.Marie_Lavender

http://marielavender1.allauthor.com/
http://authorsdb.com/authors-directory/1578-marie-lavender
http://www.pw.org/content/marie_lavender
http://manicreaders.com/marielavender/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJu8HjRVYCFOqcIoX6ZxdqQ/videos

Great cat chatting with you, Kit. Be careful on Halloween. Flash your white spots, so you stay lucky. Best whiskers to you and Marie. It was almost as fun as playing inside a brown paper bag..

Sneaky’s Interview of Ivy from Marie Lavender’s Romantic Drama Collection, Directions of the Heart

Wow, Meow. I have another character cat of author Marie Lavender here with me today. What is your name, pretty cat?

My name is Ivy. 

Very mice name for a cat character. What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.

I appeared in Directions of the Heart. This is a modern romantic drama collection.

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

Ivy’s human co-star, Victoria.

I’m not in a book series, but you could say there is a series since there are four different tales in the collection. I am only in one of them, however. That tale is titled “Strange Heat.” The story is about my owner, Victoria, who goes on a bizarre adventure when she pretends to be someone else for a week. One of the other stories in the collection includes a Golden Retriever. Uggh…dogs!

Debbie has written stories with different cats, but I’m a regular in her series. In fact, I had my photo on the cover of her latest, Written in Stone. I had to beg her a lot for that, but, like most persistent cats, I got my way. Fido, my dog co-star, has yet to get his photo on the cover, even though he’s had some good parts in the books. Dogs just don’t have the finesse us cats do.

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

Yes and no. In appearance, I am purely from the author’s imagination. But, when she knew years ago that people can have heterochromia (different colored eyes), she was always curious to find out if cats could too. And it does happen, in rare cases. Obviously! My demeanor, however, is based on a very sweet white cat she had as a child. The cat was named Princess. Though the kitty passed too early, her spirit stayed in Marie’s heart, and eventually came out on paper.

Awww. Debbie also featured her special cat boy, Floppy, in her first book, Cloudy Rainbow.

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

It was three nights later when she received the call.  Vicky sat at home in her apartment on Northampton in the South End. The place was decorated just the way she liked it, highly modern yet with occasional knickknacks which made a place home. Ivy, a white shorthaired cat with a beautiful genetic defect of one green eye and one blue, curled up next to her. With one hand, Victoria stroked the feline while with the other, she read Jacobs’ Death and Life of Great American Cities when the phone rang. She reached for it with reluctance. “Hello?”

“Tory?”

She frowned. She thought she knew the voice, but it sounded so tiny. And only one person used that nickname with her. “Lyssa, is that you, honey? What’s wrong?” 

She could hear the tears in her friend’s voice. “The cops are here. Could you…could you come over? They asked me to call someone.”

As she leaned forward, her heart began to pound. Hard. “What? What happened?”

“I…I was attacked.” Lyssa’s voice sounded distant, like she was in shock.

“Oh, God, Lyssa.” She swallowed against the fear rising inside her. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, all right?”

“Okay.” Then she heard the dial tone.

Victoria dropped her book and left the apartment as fast as possible. Glancing back for a split second as the door shut, she saw Ivy lift a paw in the air, and one pink pad appeared, as if to offer her own support.

When Vicky reached Lyssa’s place, a policeman let her in. She rushed inside to find her pal sitting on a chair. The woman looked so pale Victoria’s breath caught in her throat as she approached her friend. “Are you all right?”

When Lyssa didn’t reply, she asked a nearby officer, “Is she okay? What really happened?”

The cop shrugged. “She was attacked. She pressed charges, gave us his name after he took off, but it might not stick. There’s hardly any evidence. And he may get off on a hearsay technicality. No one saw him coming or going from here.”

“It doesn’t mean it didn’t occur,” she spat out.

“I know. But when she’s a bit more coherent, you might suggest her trying for a restraining order. Even if the proof here is scarce, it would protect her in the long run.”

“All right. Thank you.”

“Of course.” The cop stepped away.

Victoria could only shake her head. The police looked about done besides. She pulled up a chair near Lyssa and wrapped an arm around her. “It’s okay, honey. Everything’s gonna be all right,” she murmured, uncertain how true that was.

The cops stayed for another half hour to make sure they didn’t miss anything, then left. They promised to post a unit outside, to keep an eye on things.

Her friend seemed less unresponsive after a while. She threw some teal pajamas on and prepared for bed.

Victoria shook her head and followed her to the room. “Who was it, Lyssa? Who did this to you?”

“Just some guy.”

“From work?”

She shook her head. “Look, he didn’t go too far, didn’t…well, you know. The neighbor heard me screaming.” She rubbed at her eye, as if she’d been hit.

When she moved her hand, Vicky noticed the bluish bruise forming there. Jesus…

She swallowed hard. “Okay.”

A weird moment of silence sprung up between them.

“I know what you’ll say,” Lyssa accused.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve never approved of my lifestyle. You’d claim I brought it on myself.”

“No, Lyssa. I would never say that.” Victoria bit her lip, considered her friend’s reaction. Sometimes they acted more like sisters than friends, which was both distressing and encouraging.

Purrfect, and I loved your dramatic acting in that scene, lifting your paw.

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

I like that Victoria falls back on me for support when her plan goes awry.

It’s always good for human co-stars to ask for our assistance.

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

I am fairly silent in the book, but I try to be as helpful as I can.

Of claws.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Love your owners, and do your job as well as possible. Behind the scenes, Victoria and I are really close.

I am quite close to Alicia and Laura, and now Gilly, too. John is okay for a guy who likes dogs.

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

Not that I know of, but Marie is always a surprise!

So is Debbie, but I use my feline wiles on her to get her to fill me in on her plans. In fact, I’m going to write a guest post for your author about what I’ve uncovered soon.

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

I don’t know what you’re talking about. But, after fishing around, I think these are Marie’s links:

​http://marielavender.com/
http://iloveromanceblog.wordpress.com/
http://marielavenderbooks.blogspot.com/
http://marielavender.blogspot.com/
https://www.facebook.com/marie.lavender.58
https://www.facebook.com/MarieAnnLavender
https://twitter.com/marielavender1
https://plus.google.com/u/0/+MarieLavender/posts

​​http://www.linkedin.com/pub/marie-lavender/27/187/10a
Amazon author page: Author.to/MarieLavender
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6938764.Marie_Lavender

http://marielavender1.allauthor.com/
http://authorsdb.com/authors-directory/1578-marie-lavender
http://www.pw.org/content/marie_lavender
http://manicreaders.com/marielavender/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJu8HjRVYCFOqcIoX6ZxdqQ/videos

Looks like you caught them. Concats, and thanks for being here today, Ivy. I always enjoy intermewing pretty girl cats  expecially those with lovely two-color eyes like yours. Maybe we can continue our chat on a cozy couch somewhere.

Feature Friday Films: Spoiled Cats

It has come to my attention that there are cats out there in increasing numbers whose persons are treating them like babies, royalty, idols, etc. In other words, spoiling the whiskers out of them. I know quite a few myself, but I am not naming names. Instead, I am showing the following videos for Feature Friday. I hope they do not embarrass anyone. If, however, you enjoy pampering your pussycat, feel free to comment how you spoil him or her.