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?
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.
Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.
You can find Mollie Hunt, Cat Writer on her blogsite: https://molliehuntcatwriter.com/
Follow Mollie’s Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/molliehunt
Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/MollieHuntCatWriter/
Sign up for Mollie’s Extremely Informal Newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/c0fOTn
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.
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.
GHOST CAT OF OCEAN COVE, A Tenth Life Cozy Mystery #1
A ghost cat and a cold case murder turn a septuagenarian’s beach house dream into a nightmare.