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.
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.