Sneaky Interviews Blaze and Soji from Ghost Cat of Ocean Grove

Meow there. It’s Sneaky. I haven’t had a guest in a while, but today I have two if you count the one that’s a ghost.

Welcome, Kitties. What are your names and your author’s name?

Blaze: I’m Blaze, and my author’s name is Mollie Hunt.

Hey, Blaze, you forgot me!

Blaze: Sorry, Soji. Sneaky, meet Soji. She’s a ghost cat.

Wow, Meow. This is a first for my blog.

What book(s) have you two appeared in? Please list them and their genre. Are you in a series? If so, please give information about it.

Blaze: Soji and I appear in Ghost Cat of Ocean Cove, the first of Mollie’s new Tenth Life Cozy Mystery series.

Soji: Yes, our first appearance, but not our last. Isn’t that right, Blaze?

Blaze: Definitely, Soji. I hear Mollie is hard at work on a the next in the series as we speak.

How exciting. I’m sure my readers will want to meet both of you and check out your series.

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

Blaze: I was a real cat, but now I’m an angel. Mollie adopted me from the Oregon Humane Society after fostering me through a terrible broken leg for several months. She thought I would be with her much longer, but I got sick. Now I live on in her books.

Soji: I am real cat too.

Blaze: No, you’re not. You’re a ghost, and not even based on a real cat.

Soji: Okay, not real, but I like being a ghost.

That’s a sweet story, Blaze. I’m based on Debbie’s Oliver, her Siamese, who is also now on Rainbow Bridge. Soji, I think you make a fine ghost even if you’re not based on anyone real.

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

As Camelia contemplated her new kitchen cabinets, she heard the lightest of plops—someone hopping up onto the table. She looked around, expecting to see Blaze, but to her surprise, the surface was bare.

Humph, she grunted as she placed items on the shelves. Then she heard the sound once more as the culprit jumped down, a distinct plunk, followed by the click of claws as he made his way across the floor.

“Blaze…” she began, turning to the sound. Though the room was awash with shadows, there were none dark enough to conceal her tuxie boy. The floor was empty of cat.

“Blaze? Is that you?” Her voice seemed to echo, and she paused, noting the hint of a waver.

Then a distinctive meo-rauw resounded from the living room, and in pranced the cat in question.

“Oh, there you are,” she said too loudly as she swept him into her arms. “I was starting to think I was going batty.”

Burying her face in his fur, she breathed a sigh of relief. She massaged his backbone and scratched his sideburns, eliciting a rumbling purr that rose to audible proportions in the quiet of the coming night.

Suddenly the purr cut off mid-rumble, and the big cat tensed. Struggling out of Camelia’s grasp, he gained the floor with one long leap. Ears back and mouth open, he circled like a wildcat. After two full rounds, he stopped, facing the murky corner. Next, he did something Camelia had never seen the gentle feline do before—he arched his long back and began to hiss like a Halloween cat.

Camelia stared without comprehension. “What is it, Blaze? What are you looking at?”

Understandably, he didn’t answer, but the hissing ceased as abruptly as it had begun, and now he just eyed the place with deep suspicion.

Camelia followed his gaze, peering into the gloom but not detecting anything aside from the dark.

The very dark.

Darker than it should be…

Suddenly a shape began to coalesce against the blackness. A wave of vertigo hit Camelia full force, and she grabbed the edge of the table to keep herself from falling. “This can’t be!” she whispered into the gloom. It was impossible! There was no way she could be seeing what was right before her eyes!

A cat made of mist, white and vaporous as smoke yet unquestionably present. Camelia could pick out every hair, every whisker. The almond eyes glowed red, and she gasped in terror. Then the whole thing flip-flopped—the white switched to black and the red eyes to emerald green. All ghostly countenance vanished, resolving into a quite normal-looking black cat.

Blaze sunk into a loaf position, his ears perked forward in interest rather that fear. Camelia watched in morbid fascination to see what would happen next.

The black cat observed the pair with an enigmatic stare, then opened her mouth into a grand yawn which climaxed in a soft—and very real—mew. She gave a slow blink, a love blink, and suddenly Camelia’s terror vanished.

“Soji?” she offered, for who else could it be but the ghost cat of Ocean Cove?

Then, just when Camelia thought she had recovered from the shock of seeing a specter in her kitchen, she got a second surprise.

“Yes,” Soji answered in perfectly understandable English. “It is I.”

That was a pawsome excerpt. Thanks for sharing.

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

Blaze: I like that it gives Mollie a chance to be with me again, now that I’ve crossed the Bridge. And as the stalwart companion of the book’s hero, Camelia Collins, I have a great opportunity to be a hero myself. Everyone loves that.

Soji: I am the real hero.

Blaze: No, you’re not. Why, you weren’t even there when Camelia needed you most.

Soji: Shhh! No spoilers. Besides, how would you know what a ghost cat does behind the scenes?

MOL. No fighting on my blog, Kitties. I’m sure you both have great parts.

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

Blaze: No.

Soji: Yes.

Interesting. I now do some talking now but only to the other pet characters in our Cobble cove series.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Blaze: Never forget what an important role you play in the stories. If your author isn’t giving you enough page time, nip her in the imagination.

Soji: …and if you can, be a ghost. People adore ghost cats.

I’m sure character cats will find value in both those pieces of advice.

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

Blaze: Ghost Cat of Ocean Cove is the first of the new series, and Mollie is already working on the second. It’s called Ghost Cat on the Midway, and involves a tiger at the county fair. Here’s the blurb: “When the keeper of an aging tiger is murdered, ghost cat Soji jumps in to make sure Tigre isn’t next.”

Soji: Yes, me—the hero once again. It says so right there!

Blaze: Whatever, Soji. But Mollie’s also coming out with the 8th Crazy Cat Lady cozy mystery this November. It’s called Adventure Cats.

Your author sure is busy. Concatulations to all of you.

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Thanks. I’ll be sure to share with my readers, so they follow your author.

Blaze: Thanks, Sneaky and Debbie, for giving me…

Soji: And me…

…a chance to tell about myself.

Soji: Ourselves…

Blaze: Yes, of course. Please let us know if you need anything else.

Blaze and Soji

It was our pleasure. Best whiskers to both of you and your author on your series and upcoming books.

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Harry’s Kitty Korner #24: I’m Proud to be a Mini Panther on National Black Cat Appreciation Day

Meow there. It’s Harry. I know I’ve been too lazy to post lately, but I have some exciting news to share today. Not only is this National Black Cat Appreciation Day, but a poem has been written about me and is featured in a new poetry collection, Meows and Purrs: A Collection of Cat Poems by my purrson, Debbie. The poem, “Mini Panther,” also includes my photo. Check it out here:

Mini Panther

Mini Panther

Dark as night

Golden eyes shining bright.

Tame yet wild

Stalking prey

On a string I wave.

Crouching low

Ready to spring

At the sound

Of the catfood tin.

Mini Panther

Sleek and slim

Sturdy body, long lean limbs

Tiny black kitten

Now full grown

My Mini Panther guards our home.

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To celebrate my having a poem written about me and this wonderful holiday for black cats, I’m sharing some more photos of me to prove that black cats are special. I think you’ll agree after viewing them. Please comment on this blog if you do. I love compliments.

Also, check out some of these great books featuring black cats including Debbie’s No Gravestone Unturned.

If you have a mini panther or house panther, as we are sometimes also called, show them your appreciation today. If you don’t have a dark-furred feline, why not adopt one? They make pawsome pets.

Have a great Black Cat Appreciation Day!

Sneaky Interviews Smoky from The Moonshine Shack Murder, the First Southern Homebrew Cozy Mystery by Diane Kelly

Hi, Kitty. Welcome to my blog, and thanks for joining me for an inter”mew.” What is your name and your author’s name?

My name is Smoky. You can probably guess that I’m gray. I’m named after the Smoky Mountains near Chattanooga, Tennessee, where I live. My author’s name is Diane Kelly.

Mice to meet you. I’ve never been to Tennessee. I’m a New York State cat. I live in the fictional, small town of Cobble Cove. We have a mountain that overlooks water, but I spend most of my time in the Cobble Cove Library because I’m a library cat.

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

I’m in The Moonshine Shack Murder. It’s the first in Diane’s Southern Homebrew moonshine series, and it’s a cozy mystery. Next year, I’ll be in book #2, The Proof is in the Poison. There will be a third book the following year. People just can’t seem to get enough of me. But who could blame them? I’m a pretty cool cat.  

I’m sure you are. I’m a cozy mystery cat, too, and there are 5 books in my series so far and also 4 stories.

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

Yes, I’m in a series called the Southern Homebrew series. My human, who is named Hattie Hayes, learned to make moonshine from her granddaddy. She’s decided to turn the family moonshine recipe into a commercial enterprise. She makes pure rotgut, but she makes a bunch of fruity flavors, too. She runs a store called The Moonshine Shack in the riverfront district of Chattanooga, Tennessee. She can’t get by without me, so takes me along to work with her. My favorite spot is in the front window, where I can watch the street and take naps.

Very interesting. I like to nap in the library’s bay window.

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

Partly. My author’s male cats have all been docile sweeties, but I’m not. I’m more like her female cats, who are more demanding and moody. She’s had many, many cats and dogs over the years, but currently she has three dogs and two cats, plus two kittens she’s fostering. They’re disgustingly cute. 

Your author sounds like a cat lover, like mine. Debbie has three cats. I was based on her Siamese Oliver who has since gone to Rainbow Bridge. Then she rescued two kittens who are now three years old.

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

I circled around to the alley, parked, and hopped out to unlock the back door that led to the storeroom. My gray cat, Smoky, named for the nearby mountains, lay atop the wooden desk in the corner, watching me with his firefly-green eyes as he lazily licked a paw. The cat weighed upward of sixteen pounds and, unless food was in the offing, rarely moved, more cinder block than companion. I greeted him, as always, with an affectionate scratch under the chin and a “Hey, boy. Did you miss me?” His yawn told me that my absence had not affected him in the least. Hurtful, sure, but I’d long since accepted that ours would be a one-sided relationship.

Even with help from a dolly, moving the cases from the van to the storeroom proved to be backbreaking work. The muscles in my arms strained and shook, unused to being punished so severely. Smoky cast me a look of disdain each time I groaned or grunted. Next batch, I’d box the moonshine in smaller cases of six jars rather than twelve.

As I rolled the dolly outside to round up more moonshine, my ears picked up an unexpected sound. Clop-clop-clop. I turned to discover a mounted police officer riding up the alleyway on a beautiful chestnut mare. The horse’s reddish-brown coat gleamed in the sunshine as she tossed her flaxen mane. The officer wore his uniform with black riding boots, a helmet, and mirrored sunglasses. Despite being built like a sculpted boulder, he rode with a graceful athleticism, at one with his steed.

Clop-clop. When they reached me, the officer pulled back on the reins and spoke to his horse. “Whoa, Charlotte. Let’s find out what this little filly is up to.”

It took me a moment to realize I was the “little filly” he spoke of. Standing a mere five feet, I was undeniably small. But I made up for my stature in tenacity and sass. I looked up at the officer to see a set of broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and myself looking back, reflected in his sunglasses. I angled my head to indicate his horse. “I see you’ve got a thing for leggy blondes.”

He sat silent and unmoving for a few beats before his lips spread in a slow smile. He ducked his chin and reached up to ease his sunglasses down, gazing at me over the rims, his amber eyes lit up like lightning bugs in amusement. His focus shifted to the logo on my van and the cartons of liquor before returning to my face. “A bootlegger, huh? I suspect you’ll cause me no end of trouble.”

“I can’t make any promises, Officer.”

In a swift, smooth move, he slid down from his horse to stand directly in front of me. He towered over me by at least a foot, putting him around six feet, two inches tall and putting me on eye level with his rock-hard pecs and his name badge. M. LANDERS. Why does that name sound vaguely familiar?

Officer Landers removed his glasses and tucked them into the collar of his uniform. “I’ll give you a hand. Charlotte needs a rest, anyway.”

With my back and biceps screaming for mercy, I wasn’t about to turn him down. “Thanks.”

He tied his horse’s reins to a water pipe before reaching up to remove his helmet. When he did, he released a cascade of loose, short curls the color of buckskin. He ran his hand through his hair and it settled into a contemporary pompadour, short on the sides, longer on top. He resembled a rockabilly artist, or a blond version of Elvis from his early years. I felt the heat of a blush warm my cheeks.

He grabbed a case from the back of the van and tucked it under one arm before grabbing another. As he turned to carry them through the back door of my shop, he spotted Smoky standing sentinel in the doorway. “Is your guard cat going to attack?

“Smoky?” I stepped over and scooped my precious pet up in my arms. “He’s harmless.” Smoky stiff-armed me, pushing his paw against my chest, playing hard to get. Three years into our relationship and I was still trying to win the furry guy over. Maybe someday.

The cop eyed my cat and shook his head. “That there is why I prefer horses. They show some affection now and then.”

Pawsome! Thanks for sharing that purrfect excerpt.

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

That I get to be where the action is. It satisfies my cat curiosity. Also, that I get to be loved on by Hattie. (I’d never let her know this, but I kind of love her, too.)

Awww. How sweet. I love Alicia, too, and I like most of the other Cobble Cove library staff members.

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

I’m silent, but I find other ways to communicate my thoughts. Clawing, spitting, and hissing are quite effective. So is a purr, though I use my purr sparingly. Wouldn’t want Hattie to think she’s got me wrapped around her finger. The position of my ears and tail are more subtle communicators that I use.

(MOL) Meow Out Loud. Good point. I use similar non-verbal clues with Alicia, but in the later books and stories of the series, readers can now see my thoughts, as can the other pets.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, but don’t lick it, either. No one likes a mooch or a suck-up. Always sleep in the sunny spot. Bugs aren’t as delicious as they might look, and it’s hard to swallow when they’re wiggling in your mouth. Stick to what’s put in your bowl.

Great advice for all us cat characters.

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

Yes, my very first book came out July 6th. It’s called The Moonshine Shack Murder. It’s a great tail – I mean, tale – if I do say so myself.

Concatulations to you and your author. I’m sharing your blog tour below. Best whiskers to you and your author on this fun series.

The Moonshine Shack Murder (A Southern Homebrew Mystery)
by Diane Kelly

About The Moonshine Shack Murder

The Moonshine Shack Murder (A Southern Homebrew Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Publisher: Berkley (July 6, 2021)
Mass Market Paperback: 304 pages
ISBN-10: 0593333225
ISBN-13: 978-0593333228
Digital ASIN : B08KPKD22T

In this intoxicating new cozy mystery series, the future for modern-day moonshiner Hattie Hayes looks bright–until death darkens the doorstep of her Moonshine Shack.

The Hayes family has made moonshine in Chattanooga since the days of Prohibition, and Hattie is happy to continue the tradition, serving up fun, fruity flavors in mason jars for locals and tourists alike. All signs indicate her new ‘shine shop will be a smashing success. What’s more, mounted police officer Marlon Landers has taken a shine to Hattie. For the first time ever, the stars seemed to have aligned in both her work and romantic life. But when a body ends up on her store’s doorstep alongside a broken jar of her Firefly Moonshine, it just might be lights out for her fledgling business.

The homicide detective can’t seem to identify the person who killed the owner of a nearby bar. The only witness is Hattie’s longhaired gray cat, and Smoky isn’t talking. When the detective learns that the victim and Hattie had a heated exchange shortly before his murder, she becomes her prime suspect.

Lest Hattie end up behind bars like her bootlegging great-grandfather a century before, she must distill the evidence herself and serve the killer a swift shot of justice.

About Diane Kelly

Diane Kelly writes stories that feature feisty female lead characters and their furry, four-footed friends. Diane is the author of over 30 novels and novellas, including the Death & Taxes, Paw Enforcement, and House Flipper mystery series. In 2021, she’ll launch two new series, the Southern Homebrew moonshine series and the Mountain Lodge Mysteries. Find Diane online at, on Twitter and Instagram @DianeKellyBooks, and on Facebook at her Author Diane Kelly page.

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Sneaky the Library Cat Interviews Macavity the Cat from Who, Me? Frog Bows, Fraud and Aphrodite : A Macavity & Me Mystery

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

I’m Macavity. My friend and caretaker, Bryn, says I was named for a poem by T.S. Eliot, but I’m not familiar with it.

Mice to meet you. I’m familiar with that poem. My author and also the main human character in my books is a librarian, so I’ve picked up a lot of knowledge from them and am great at Googling information, too.

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

So far I’m in two humorous mysteries with long titles:

Why Me? Chimeras, Conundrums and Dead Goldfish (A Macavity & Me Mystery)

Who Me? Fog Bows, Fraud and Aphrodite (A Macavity & Me Mystery)

I didn’t get my name or my face on the first book cover, but I insisted they put them on the second one. And they did.

Don’t feel bad. My face is only on one of the books in my series, and my name isn’t on any of the covers except two of my eBook stories because my series is called the Cobble Cove mysteries, not Sneaky and Alicia’s mysteries.

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

Yes, it’s a series that is just getting under way. The main human is Bryn Baczek. She adopted me because we both have different colored eyes. We live on a sailboat in a small marina. I’m the only cat in the marina, but other boat owners often bring their dogs with them. Fortunately, I’m tough and can hold my own.

I understand from Bryn that the mysteries she gets mixed up with involve serious issues. Like illegal human organ trafficking and non-profit fraud. Sometimes I have to help her out. Once I even saved her life. In return, she buys me my favorite foods—when she remembers to shop. I sometimes pick up snacks at the boat where two of her friends live. One friend pretends not to like me, but he feeds me smoked salmon when no one is around.

The only thing that upsets me about Bryn is that she occasionally ties our boat up in different locations or takes it out for a sail. And it’s not always for pleasure. One time we had to hide out at another marina for days because some bad people were looking for her. I’m a homebody and prefer that our home stays tied to the dock at “our” spot.

Very interesting. I imagine living at a marina is different than living in a library like I do.

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

My author claims she is allergic to cats and that I’m more than enough pet for her to handle. I know she has a soft spot in her heart for me; otherwise my name wouldn’t be on her book covers.

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

Sunday, I slept in. Macavity crawled up on my bunk and stretched before settling in, legs tucked under this body, his breathing slowly transformed into purring, a gentle comforting sound. He likes it best when things are calm. And consistent. If he’d had a chance to choose his owner instead of the other way around, he probably wouldn’t have chosen me. But in spite of my flaws, he hangs around. Perhaps for moments like these.

Macavity’s purring was mesmerizing. Trance-like. Although I was awake, I felt completely relaxed. My mind at ease. Suspended in time. It was a moment of mental flossing, the plaque of random thoughts slowly dissolving until I was cleansed of all the clutter and useless information that usually chases itself around in my head. Now, thanks to Macavity, there was space to form new thoughts and allow fresh perspectives to creep in.  ***  Macavity apparently decided our idyllic moment was over. He leapt off the bunk and went in search of more interesting activities. I appreciated how he’d help me focus my thinking about Sabrina’s death, but it would have been even more helpful if he’d been able to contribute a few ideas of his own. He was, after all, a pretty good judge of people.

Pawsome excerpt. Thank you for sharing it.

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

I like the fact that she realizes I’m the alpha in our relationship and therefore caters to most of my needs. And I did appreciate her taking me along the last time she house sat. Her friend’s dog, Cora, was nice enough. But I’d prefer she stayed home, with the Aspara at dock, all the time.

Dogs can be okay. There are two dogs in my series, but I have the bigger roles, although Fido was pretty important in our first book. He takes a back seat to me now which is just the way I like it.

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

I don’t “meow,” I offer opinions, ask for things, and make complaints. Bryn knows what I’m trying to say even though we don’t speak the same language.

That’s cool. Alicia and the other residents of Cobble Cove understand my non-verbal language, too.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Make your owner and writer take you seriously. Cats are better than people in so many ways and deserve to be treated with respect.

You speak words of wisdom, Macavity.

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

Who Me? Fog Bows, Fraud and Aphrodite just came out on June 28th. A lot happens to me in the story. And although I don’t solve the mystery, I help Bryn figure it out.

That’s all us cat characters can do.

Thanks so much for the pawsome interview, Macavity. I’m sharing your blog tour below. Best whiskers to you and your author on your new release and series.

Who, Me? Fog Bows, Fraud and Aphrodite
by Charlotte Stuart

About Who, Me?
Fog Bows, Fraud and Aphrodite

Who, Me? Fog Bows, Fraud and Aphrodite
Cozy Mystery
2nd in Series
Taylor & Seale Publishing
Paperback ‏ : ‎ 236 pages
ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1950613704
ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1950613700
Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B097D67XKS

A heated argument on a nearby boat followed by a loud splash . . .

Who, Me? Fog Bows, Fraud and Aphrodite is a mystery set in an urban boating community in Seattle. Bryn Baczek lives on a sailboat in a small marina with her cat, Macavity, and a series of short-lived goldfish. When a neighbor she doesn’t like becomes the prime suspect in a murder investigation, she reluctantly seeks evidence to prove him innocent. She ends up being threatened by the victim’s abusive boyfriend, betrayed by a close friend, and can’t resist using subterfuge to enter a secured building to search the victim’s office. Although she shares what she learns with a charming detective, she is one step ahead of the police in identifying the murderer . . . a step that puts her in a dangerous face-to-face confrontation.

About Charlotte Stuart

In a world filled with uncertainty and too little chocolate, Charlotte Stuart, PhD, has taught college courses in speech communication, was a management consultant and a VP of HR, and has enjoyed time spent sailing and commercial salmon fishing in Alaska. Her current passion is for writing mysteries with a dollop of adventure and a smattering of humor. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys watching herons, eagles, seals and other sea life from her Vashon Island home office.

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Harry’s Kitty Korner #23 Review of The Black Cat Who Only Wanted to Be Loved by Rosa Silva

Meow there. Long time, no paw this column. Miss Hermione is actually one blog post ahead of me, and even Stripey wrote a column recently. My sister’s been trying to purrsuade me to write, but I’m a lazy boy, handsome but lazy. What brought me out of my young retirement? A very special book about a black cat, and Debbie’s offer for me to review it. I’m honored. How many cats do you know who write book reviews?

Below is my review. I loved it, and I’m sure you, your kids, and your kitties will, too.

5-paws @@@@@

The Black Cat Who Only Wanted to Be Loved by Rosa Silva

I must say this author is almost as talented as my hooman, Debbie. That makes sense because they’re both members of the Cat Writers’ Association, after all. But I’m not biased. Debbie Shared this marvelous book with me, and it was obvious it was well written. While it’s geared toward kids from ages 8-12, I know Debbie enjoyed it very much, and I think even cats, especially those handsome, dark-haired ones like me, would like it, too.

Let me tell you a bit of the story. The main character is Pepper. You can see him on the book cover. He lives with the Humphreys. The lady is sweet, but her husband is a creep. If he was a bug, I’d catch him and eat him. He thinks poor Pepper is causing him bad luck. When his kind wife is out, he takes Pepper away and pretends he got out. I was so upset hearing Debbie read that. However, things get better for Pepper because he finds a nice street called Flower Street and befriends two kitties. I won’t tell you much more because you really should read this paw-some book yourself.

When you’re done reading this story, you’ll learn some important lessons and the reason black cats are the best.

Here’s the link. It comes in paperback, eBook, and is free on Kindle Unlimited. You, your kids, and kitties will love it.