Sneaky Interviews Author Debbie De Louise’s Cat Stripey

In a few days, it will be Mew Year, so I decided to feature a special guest here who is making his first appearance on my blog. I’m excited to be interviewing none other than Stripey De Louise, my author’s 10-year old cat.

Mice to have you here, Stripey. Did you  have a nice holiday?

Hello, Sneaky. My holiday was okay except that those two little furballs who visited my territory in October are still here.

Furballs? Are you referring to Harry and Hermione, the kittens who write the Kitty Korner column on this blog?

You got that right, Sneaks.

May I ask what you have against those two, Stripey?

Isn’t that obvious? They are in my home. I admit that I once shared the place with a cat named Oliver. He was an old guy and really didn’t give me much trouble. When he went away, I had the place to myself. Now I’ve got not one, but two felines to deal with.

I don’t understand. You got along with Oliver. Why can’t you get along with Harry and Hermione?

Well, to be honest, Sneaky, I didn’t get along with Oliver right away. We actually got into a fur fight when he first came into my house, but then I realized he wasn’t going anywhere, and he was a lot older and bigger than I was. These little cats that are in my house now can gang up on me. They’re fast and strong. I’ve seen them zip around like tiny tigers.

Are you saying that you’re afraid of the kittens?

Let’s just say I’m a bit wary of them. That’s why I hiss when I see them and run for cover. Deep down, I admit I’m curious about them. I’ve played footsie with the girl under the door, but I’m not sure I can trust either of them yet.

Sounds like you need some time to adjust to the changes in your household. Harry and Hermione both say that they try to befriend you and even rub noses to greet you when you meet, but you hiss at them and then run away.  Is that true?

Yes, but I’m pretty set in my ways and used to being on my own now that Oliver is gone. He wasn’t really my pal. I just allowed him to stay in my home. I was there first. I’m the senior cat in the family and, like I said, I can’t trust the new little devils especially that girl, Hermione, who keeps running under my bed while I’m hiding there.  She has some nerve that little fur ball. You’d think she’d fear for her safety. I am a big guy, after all. But, no, she is relentless, even when I draw my paws out at her with my shivs sheathed. I like the boy, Harry, a bit better. He’s quieter and less intrusive of my territory, but he follows his sister around like a puppy.

I sympathize with your predicament. Even though I’m a character cat, I encountered a similar situation in Debbie’s latest Cobble Cove mystery, Love on the Rocks, when a new girl kitten came to town. Our meeting was quite awkward, and I also hissed at her and retreated. However, we ended up working together to solve a crime. I’m confident that the three of you will be friends one day even if you don’t have any mysteries to unravel.

I hope you’re right, Sneaky. I’d love to start 2019 with harmony in my home. Also, those cat toys and that awesome cat tree that the kittens have in their room sure look inviting. I’ve been bored sleeping most of the day, but I still have some life in me and could give those kittens some chasing.

That’s the attitude, Stripey. You all could be great playmates. I know it.

Thanks, Sneaky. I need some time to ponder your advice. I still have to show the interlopers that I’m top cat in Debbie’s house. I want to do it before they get too big. Once I put them in their place, maybe I’ll grace them with my pawsome company. 

Fair enough. Well, keep us posted, Stripey, and thanks for the interview.

You’re welcome, Sneaky. Best whiskers on your upcoming books. I wish Debbie would put me in one. I think she’s planning to put Harry and Hermione in your series, so be careful. They’ve already taken over one of your columns. The next thing you know, they’ll have their photos on the book covers and their own blog. You should shudder at the thought.

Thanks for the warning, Stripey. I’ll keep that in mind. Have a Happy Mew year and try to make peace with your fellow felines.

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Sneaky Interviews Pollie Blackwell, the Cat of Podcaster Emit Blackwell

Meow there. It’s Sneaky with an interview of the real-life kitty of a podcaster. She tells me she has her own pet. Welcome, Pollie Blackwell. What is your pet’s name?

Emit Blackwell

You consider your human a pet. Very interesting.

What are your favorite types of Books?

Anything Independent: mysteries, science fiction, paranormal, and Horror.

Currently getting into Cozy Mysteries. Newest Favorite series: Cobble Cove Mysteries by Debbie De Louise

You’re quite well read, and I’m very glad to see that you’re interested in my series.

What do you do in the studio?

I am here for moral support. Sometimes, my pet likes to record podcasts. He talks to people from all around the world. I try not to bother him too much when he’s recording. I find that the best place to listen is under his desk next to his feet. The acoustics are amazing.

That sounds like a great place to be. I enjoy sitting in the children’s room window of the Cobble Cove library because I can see the birds, squirrels, and other wildlife outside.

How long have you had your pet, Emit Blackwell, and where did you meet?

He found me at a shelter. Emit picked me up and carried me around while he looked at other cats, but I knew I had him in the bag from the moment he saw me. He has been my pet now for 1 year.

Very mice. My author Debbie just adopted two kittens from a shelter, and they are already wrapping her around their paws.

What is your favorite thing about your pet?

He reads stories to me. I like to sit on his lap while he reads some of the newest and established authors. I purr the most when the story gets good.

Pawsome!

What do you like most about your role as the studio Cat?

Well, I don’t like to brag, but I pretty much run things around here. The show just couldn’t run without me. I keep Emit in line by making sure he finds the best guests and follows up with the current ones.

Good job.

Do you like talking cat in your books or just silent ones like me who just meows occasionally?

I like when the animals talk, but non-talking animals are ok too. The message comes across. Although I don’t talk with words, Emit understands me. Sometimes I can simply give him a look and he knows exactly what I need.

You have trained your pet well.

What advice would you give other cats who have podcasters as pets?

Always be supportive of what they do. Most podcasters love talking to people from all around the world. Emit is unique. He helps authors get the recognition they deserve based on the stories they tell.

I’d say that’s purrfect advice, and you should be proud of your pet for helping authors.

Is there anything new happening around the studio?

Emit has been talking a lot about season 3, which starts in January of 2019. He will be including musicians, directors, artists, actors and of course more authors.

Wonderful. I know my author was his last interview of season 2, and she’d love to be back on the show again.

Here’s the link to Debbie’s interview. Your pet did a wonderful job interviewing her.

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

Twitter @emitblackwell

Facebook at Emitblackwellshow

website: https://emitblackwell.simplecast.fm/

Excellent. It was great cat chatting with you, Pollie. I picked up some good human-training tips that I will share with my author’s cats Stripey, Harry, and Hermione. Best whiskers to you and Emit on your future podcasts, and please reserve a second spot for Debbie. If you ever interview a cat character, I’d be interested.

Sneaky Interviews Felix, the cat who talks about the human Felix character of Author Assaph Mehr

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet. Today, it’s my pleasure to be cat chatting with a real life cat who is the namesake of a human character. Double the fun.

What is your name and your author’s name?

My name is Spurius Brutus Felix. It’s a bit grandiose, so everyone just calls me Felix. Assaph Mehr (my owner) says it’s a fine old name.

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

I didn’t appear in any books per se, but Assaph has named the protagonist of his novels after me. The reason is that the very first time he sat down to write his very first novel, this happened:

However, he did name his protagonist ‘Spurius Vulpius Felix’, known as Felix the Fox. I can forgive the name change (everyone calls us both ‘Felix’ anyway), but I don’t like that fox bit. Cats are so much cooler.

Cats are definitely cooler than foxes. They’re cooler than all animals IMHCO (In my humble cat opinion).

[Assaph’s note: ‘Spurius Brutus Felix’ is Pig-Latin for ‘lucky stupid bastard’. I didn’t tell Felix (the cat) because don’t want to break his heart. The protag’s name is inline with ancient Roman naming conventions, which in (historically inaccurate) pig-Latin would mean ‘Lucky Foxy Bastard’. This describes the protagonist far better than he’s willing to admit.]

I will keep that between us, Asssaph. Thank you for the clarification, I think.

So, Felix, are you in a series? If so, please give information about it.

Oh yes! Assaph has just released In Numina – the second Story of Togas, Daggers, and Magic. In it Felix (not me, the other one, the book character) solves strange cases no one else wants to touch. He’s a sort of paranormal investigator for a Roman-inspired world. Think Lindsey Davis’ Falco dealing with the occult, or Harry Dresden in a Toga (that last one is better – he has a cat).

That is so pawsome. Can you share an excerpt from one of your author’s books that features your counterpart in an important scene? If so, please include it.

I’ll share a scene with my namesake, from his most recent adventure. He just broke his leg, so was in a foul mood. I fully approve of his way of dealing with it.

As if to reinforce my resolve to protect Aemilia, in a grim reminder of my past, the next morning I found Araxus knocking on my door. He was bedraggled, stooped, unwashed, unshaven, but his green right eye was looking at me openly and the mad black one seemingly under his control.

“Do you have a pig?” he asked before I could say anything.

“Ah…”

“Never mind, you will. It’s about the tabulae defixiones that we disposed of the other day. Do you still have them?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Why?”

“I wanted to check something.”

My hackles rose. “Do you think they are not inert? I thought we disposed of their magia safely.”

“We did, we did. They are nothing but plumber’s supplies now. Could I see them, please?”

“Did you think of some new aspect?” I asked, motioning for him to follow me to my study. I dug out the curse tablets and handed them over.

He unfolded one carefully and examined the engraved signs. As he read, his green right eye clouded, darkened, became as black as his mad left eye. Clouds drifted past my window and the room acquired a chill.

“Well?” I asked. “What is it?”

He turned both black eyes on me, his gaze boring into my soul. Shivers ran up my spine and my broken ankle began to ache and throb.

“It’s as I feared,” he said, voice rasping. “There is more baaa to this than a baaa curse. It’s not a mere supplication to the major baaa gods, it’s almost a love sonnet baaa to invite them to procreate. Do you realise what this baaa means?”

“It means you are insane.”

“No! It means that the black sheep has three bags of wool! Baaa!” And with this he broke into a mad little jig, reciting a silly children’s ditty about lambs. After a while I gave up trying to restore his reason, and — somewhat fearful that in his mad state he might reactivate the curse tablets — escorted him out of my house.

After Araxus left, I needed some time away from everyone and decided I would not be getting it at home.

Given my impaired mobility, I could not take on another case. I was in no condition to walk far, but I limped down to the docks between the grain and fish markets, found a good corner, and left a honey-cake in the shrine of the nearest crossroad lar. I chalked ‘FORTUNES TOLD, CURSES IDENTIFIED’ on the wall, sat down on a folding stool under it, put on airs, and busied myself with a scroll by Thrasyllus on star-gazing which looked impressive with all its strange and foreign symbols.

It also kept my mind away from Aemilia and what I needed to do with her.

On the way home, I could feel my ankle getting stronger. Whatever charms Petreius had weaved into the cast were working their magic. Still, limping on a plastered leg, a crutch in one hand and my folding stool and scrolls in the other, was hard enough without impairing my balance further. So despite a strong desire to forget Aemilia, my better judgement prevailed and I only had one drink on the way home. I sat in a tavern, ordered some fried and stuffed bread, and sipped a half-decent vintage that required just a pinch of cloves and sugar of lead to make it palatable.

I was about to leave for home when Araxus walked in and, with a heavy sigh, sat at my table. Without looking at me or any acknowledgement, he took my cup and poured the dregs of wine from the jug into it. There was barely a quarter-cup left. He dipped his finger in the little saucer of sugar, then swirled the wine with it. As he did, the wine rose, filling the cup. I was still in shocked silence when he lifted it up to his lips and drank deeply. While that spoke volumes about his table manners, it gave me little clue about his mental state.

“And hello to you, too,” I finally said. “What brings you into the town?”

“I need to find my friend Felix,” he said. “He needs my help.”

“Oh? Do tell. What trouble has ‘Felix’ gotten himself into this time?”

“He needs a priest.”

“You are no priest,” I said.

“And neither is he. You see,” he leaned close to me, his reek overwhelming, “we could never worship the Magna Mater — we love our testicles too much!” At this he erupted into inane giggles which turned into hiccoughs.

Still, he could be prophetic at times. Not for nothing is the power of prophecy linked to curses and madness. “Why does he need a priest?”

“How should I know?” he said.

“So how do you know he needs one?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Who?”

“Felix! You said he needs a priest!”

“Felix, what are you talking about? Who needs a priest?”

I took a deep breath. “You just walked in here, said you were looking for me because I need a priest.”

“Did I? No one in your family left to die, so perhaps you’re getting married soon?”

I had enough of him, and stood up to leave, dropping a few coins on the table. Araxus’ hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. His green eye was still looking at the wine cup, but his black one looked straight at me, through me.

“I will be there when you need me,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “I still have much of my debt to repay you.”

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

I am the inspiration to my author’s writing, of course. I’m a muse of the arts, as is right and proper for a cat.

If you ask about the other Felix, he’s the protagonist. In a classical hard-boiled detective style, the stories are told in first-person point of view. He’s a not quite fully trained wizard, an investigator of both the mundane and the occult, and makes his living by making problems (such as dead relatives) go away.

Love it! Are you a talking cat or just a silent one like I am who just meows occasionally?

I like to remind my author when he’s being lazy. I am quite capable of admonishing him in the morning when the food bowl isn’t properly filled up to the top. Other than that, I am a sneaky ninja. It’s my sister who’s the more editorial type:

She is not afraid to voice her opinion. Then again, perhaps that is why I am the muse, and she’s not in the books.

You may be right. What advice would you give other cats?

Learn from my sister and me. Be the muse, not the critic.

Great advice.

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

Assaph has just release In Numina. Here’s the blurb:

This is the second story of Togas, daggers, and Magic – for lovers of Ancient Rome, Hardboiled detectives, and Urban Fantasy.

A rich landlord finds tenants are abandoning his apartment buildings, spouting tales of horrific events and whispering that the old gods – the numina – came alive and cursed the buildings.

Enter Felix, a professional fox. Dressed in a toga and armed with a dagger, Felix is neither a traditional detective nor a traditional magician – but something in between. Whenever there is a foul business of bad magic, Felix is hired to sniff out the truth. Now he must separate fact from superstition – a hard task in a world where the old gods still roam the earth.

In Numina is set in a fantasy world. The city of Egretia borrows elements from a thousand years of ancient Roman culture, from the founding of Rome to the late empire, mixed with a judicious amount of magic. This is a story of a cynical, hardboiled detective dealing with anything from daily life to the old forces roaming the world.

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

Yes we are! While I don’t have accounts of my own, I routinely feature on Assaph’s Instagram feed. My images get the most likes, even more than Felix’s quotes and (shudder) pictures of Australian backyard wildlife.

Website: http://egretia.com

Blog: http://egretia.com/news

Mailing list for free novella: https://subscribepage.com/egretia

Facebook: http://facebook.com/AssaphMehrAuthor

Twitter: @assaphmehr

Google Plus: http://plus.google.com/+AssaphMehr

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14422472.Assaph_Mehr

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/assaphmehr

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/assaph/

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Assaph-Mehr/e/B015U1F3NC

In Numina on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2AWU46z

Murder In Absentia (book 1 of the series) on Amazon: http://amzn.to/1XbfKN1

Purrfect. Thanks so much for the cat chat, Felix. I will definitely look up you and your author. Best whiskers to you all on your new release and future books.

Sneaky Interviews Black Cat, author Elaine Faber’s Character Cat from The Black Cat Mysteries

Meow there. It’s Sneaky with my first return guest. I interviewed this cat awhile back, but he asked for an update, so I kindly obliged. Hello there, Kitty, please introduce yourself and your author.

My person is Elaine Faber. You can call me Thumper, or Black Cat, which is the name I’m most used to. Whichever you decide, be sure to call me to dinner.

MOL (Meow Out Loud). I’ll call you Black Cat. I always call my guests by the names they prefer.

What book(s) have you appeared in?

 My three published novels are Black Cat’s Legacy, Black Cat and the Lethal Lawyer, and Black Cat and the Accidental Angel. My person has written a fourth Black Cat novel (WIP) to be published in 2020. All are cozy cat mysteries where I am a major POV character. That means I narrate much of the story. Cats are much better writers than most humans.

Cool! I agree with you. Unfortunately, my author does all the narration of our books. Maybe I can purrsuade her to change that one day.

Tell us more about your series.

Yes. As noted above. I’ve had three amazing adventures regarding solving a cold case murder, a Texas horse ranch, embezzlement and various other skullduggery, and emus, a vineyard and the possible appearance of an angel. If I told you more, I’d have to kill you….

You have quite the sense of humor, Black Cat.

Are you based on a real cat such as your author’s?

My person based my physical appearance on her cat, Boots, who has now crossed the Rainbow Bridge. His memory lives on in my mystery novels.

Awww. My author’s Oliver also went to Rainbow Bridge. He was the Siamese  I was based on. Although we had some differences, I hope he lives on through me, too.

Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene?

(An edited scene from Black Cat and the Accidental Angel. Black Cat is in the vineyard with John and his little girl, the family who took him and Angel in when they were left behind following an MVA.)

As John turned, he dropped his glove. He leaned to pick it up. A blast exploded from the trees and a bullet whistled past his head. He threw himself onto the ground.

Black Cat flattened into the dirt. Holy cats and little fishes. What was that?

Cindy sat up. “Daddy. What happened?”

“Stay down!” John crawled between the vines toward Cindy. “That bullet darn near hit me.” He lay on the ground for a minute. “Stay right here. Don’t get up. I’m going to see who’s shooting. Maybe it was a stray bullet.” He ran his hands over Cindy’s flyaway hair.

Her eyes were wide, her cheeks pale.

Black Cat hunkered beside her. That was a tad too close for comfort.

“Don’t be afraid, honey. I’m sure it was an accident. You stay here with Black Cat. I’ll be right back.”

Cindy clutched Black Cat to her chest as they lay in the dirt. Her heart thumped against his chest, matched by the beating of his own heart.

What must John be thinking as he crept through the vineyard toward someone with a rifle aimed at his head? He had to leave his child alone in the middle of the field with only a cat to protect her. Poor John! Poor Cindy! Poor me!

If the shooter would try to take out a man and his little girl, he wouldn’t think twice about killing a cat. He imagined how the lead story on tomorrow’s newspaper might read.

The bodies of a man, his daughter and their heroic cat were found today in a local vineyard, shot to death by an unknown assailant. Drops of blood found on the brave cat’s feet bore witness to his courageous effort to save the lives of his master and child.

Most grievously missed, and unfortunately dead, the lion-hearted cat will be posthumously awarded a medal of valor for his herculean efforts to thwart the foul murderer. DNA examination of the blood found on the gallant cat’s feet will no doubt identify the killer. The noble efforts of Nevada City’s departed feline hero will not soon be forgotten. A statue in his honor will be erected in the town square…

Oh, good grief, Black Cat. Get a grip.

This was no laughing matter. Somewhere in the trees next to the vineyard, a killer lurked with a rifle, and Black Cat was the only thing between the madman and Cindy.

(Spoiler. In a cozy mystery, all will be okay in the end. My person just likes to scare you to death.)

What a purrfect scene. Concatulations, Black Cat!

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

I get to show off my sense of humor, my bravery, and my macho side, though the latter tends to get me into trouble more times than I like to admit. Just sayin’…

You aren’t very modest, but most of us kitty characters aren’t. We also tend to get in trouble by sticking our paws in our book’s mysteries.

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

I talk to other cats and to an occasional dog. Unless you consider “talking,” my narration of much of the story, as noted in the excerpt above. I try to communicate with my people, but humans being notoriously ignorant, even my best efforts are often in vain as I point out clues they need to solve anything. I shall endure.

I sympathize with you Black Cat. I feel the same way. Human characters can be very dense in recognizing clues we point out to them.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Cat characters should remember their physical limitations. We stretch fantasy novels to the limit when cats help solve crimes and communicate with other animals. People do not speak ‘Cat’. Cats do not speak ‘English’. So let’s get real… sort of…

That’s where body language comes in and all the great feline sounds we’re capable of emitting.

 Do you have any new books coming out?

Yes. My person has written a fourth Black Cat Mystery which includes a mystery in Fern Lake and another mystery, as my book person seeks a hidden treasure in Austria.

Very Mice. My author is finishing up our fourth book, as well.

Are you and/or your author on social media?

My author has a website. www.mindcandymysteries.com and her personal Facebook http://tinyurl.com/zm2j4n5   My person posts excerpts from her novels, short stories and articles on the website, and fun things about our books and other pleasant things on Facebook. See a list of all her novels below.

 Elaine Faber’s Bio:

Elaine Faber lives in Northern California with her husband and several feline companions. She is a member of Sisters in Crime, California Cat Writers, and Northern California Publishers and Authors. She volunteers with the American Cancer Society Discovery Shop. She enjoys speaking on author panels, sharing highlights of her novels. Her short stories have appeared in national magazines and multiple anthologies. She has published seven novels.

Black Cat’s Legacy, With the aid of his ancestors’ memories, Thumper helps pursue a cold case murder.  http://tinyurl.com/lrvevgm

Black Cat and the Lethal Lawyer, Thumper accompanies his family to a Texas horse ranch where they confront wild horses, embezzling, false identities and attempted murder. http://tinyurl.com/q3qrgyu

Black Cat and the Accidental Angel, Black Cat and his companion are left behind following an MVA. Taken in by a family facing personal and financial disaster, Black Cat and Angel encounter disaster and a spiritual awakening. shttp://tinyurl.com/y6vhxncq

Mrs. Odboddy-Hometown Patriot, Eccentric Mrs. Odboddy believes there are Nazi spies and conspiracies in her small town.  http://tinyurl.com/hdbvzsv

Mrs. Odboddy-Undercover Courier, Mr. O carries a package by train to President Roosevelt which she is sure contains secret war documents. She is equally sure Nazi spies are after her package. http://tinyurl.com/jn5bzwb

Mrs. Odboddy-And Then There was a Tiger, Falsely accused of various crimes, Agnes sets about to restore her reputation and restore the missing war bond money.http://tinyurl.com/v96qshuv

Your author is quite talented, Black Cat. I enjoyed chatting with you about the books you’re in. Best whiskers on your series.

For those who missed Black Cat’s first interview, you can still read it here: https://wp.me/p7XcB0-4v

I also had a wonderful chat awhile back with Ling Ling from Elaine’s Mrs. Odboddy series. For those who missed it, I’m including the link: https://wp.me/p7XcB0-dq

Sneaky Interviews Maverick the Dog from A Footstep Echo by J.D. Sanderson

I have a dog guest here today. Hello. What is your name and your author’s name?

My name is Maverick. My author’s name is J.D. Sanderson.

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

Oh, I’ve only been in one book. Sanderson named it A Footstep Echo. It’s a science fiction mystery. He loves all that time travel stuff.

Wow, Meow. I know my author loves time travel stories and has written a few herself.

Is this part of a series that you’ll be featured in?

I will be if he ever gets off his butt and writes another book!

Meow Out Loud. I guess you’ll have to be patient. It takes a long time for authors to write books. I’ve been waiting for the 4th in our series, and it seems like it’s taking forever, but I’ve seen Debbie working on other projects, so I understand.

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

I’m based on the real-life Maverick, who was J.D.’s rescue springer spaniel. I’m told that, like my character in A Footstep Echo, he loved to walk, take naps, and watch TV. When he passed away last summer, J.D. decided to put him in the book.

Aww. That’s sweet. Debbie lost her Siamese, Oliver, who I was loosely based on this past November. It’s nice that authors can memorialize their pets in their books.

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

Sure, I don’ mind. Here’s a section from the second part of the book!

They got up together, walked inside the building, went down the hallway, and entered his apartment. Ruth was sitting on the well-worn couch. She tapped her knee, enticing Maverick to come over to her.

“I assume you gave him a pep talk?” she said in an excited little voice to the dog she had come to adore.

“He did. Always does,” Bernard said. “I don’t suppose you’d like to sit with me for a while and help me, boy?”

Maverick looked up at his master, choosing instead to walk over to his favorite blanket in the corner. He turned a few times and curled up to go to sleep. Bernard nodded, admitting to himself that would probably be his reaction as well.

Tail wags to you. That was excellent.

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

I liked traveling through time. And food. Everyone gives me food. They pet me too.

Food and pets are nice perks for character pets.

Are you a talking dog in your books or just a silent pet like I am?

I don’t talk. I wag whenever people pet me, and I whine a lot when the scary robot girl comes around. She scares me!

Don’t blame you there. My dog co-star, Fido, would react the same. I’m a bit braver but not much.

What advice would you give other dog characters?

Find a master who finds someone who can cook. I am always waiting for Ruth to drop goodies on the ground!

Good advice. Characters who cook are the best. As a library cat, I’m lucky because the staff always leaves goodies for me.

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

I’m just reading Ceasars Way while I wait for my writer to hurry up and draft a sequel!

I guess you need to nudge him.

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

J.D. Sanderson is active on Facebook and Twitter. (He think’s he’s quite clever.) You can find him on Twitter at www.twitter.com/ascifiwriter and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/authorjdsanderson

You can also read more about me and the other characters by getting the book at www.amazon.com/author/jdsanderson!

I’m sure my readers will check him out. Thanks so much for the interview, Maverick, and best bones on your book and forthcoming series.