Harry’s Kitty Korner #10: A Feline Review of the Cat Writers’ Association Conference

Hi, there. It’s Harry with my Kitty Korner Column #10. Thank you for reading about my adventures with Debbie and her family. My topic for this post is the Cat Writers’ Association Conference that Debbie Attended. I wasn’t too happy about her leaving me, my sis, and Stripey, but she made up for it with lots of toys and treats that she brought home. One in purr-ticular was the Cattraction kicker toy with Silver Vine and Catnip that was donated by Hartz. I have no idea what Silver Vine is, but it must be as potent as catnip because Hermione and I couldn’t resist it.

So as not to repeat what Debbie and other cat writers have written about the conference, I’m sharing all the cat photos because they are litter-ally the best. If you want to read the human stuff, check out Debbie’s post on her author’s blog: https://wp.me/p6m4z7-21p

You might also want to read Sneaky’s preview of the conference on this blog: https://wp.me/p7XcB0-Ev

So, here are the cats that attended the conference. We were left behind which may have been for the best because I don’t like flying except when I’m running after my cat teaser.

Pet-Safety Cat Casey

Cat #1: Casey who is also known as a pet safety cat because he and his human, Arden Moore, teach pet first-aid which is a valuable thing for pet owners to learn. Casey was on paw for most of the events and even helped Arden host the Awards Banquet at the end of the conference, and I heard he did a Meowvalous job.

Summer the Pet Therapy Cat.

Cat #2: Pet Therapy Cat Summer. This pretty kitty of the Somali breed attended the swag stuffing party where those great Silver Vine and catnip kickers were included in the bags, and she was also at the author book signing and, as you can see from the photo below, she wore her best dress to the awards ceremony. Her human Janiss Garza won several special awards at that event. I’m sure Summer is quite proud of her.

Chanel the Blogger’s Cat

Cat #3: Chanel (aka Crash), Jeanne Kudich’s cat, was also around. Jeanne writes the Random Felines blog. Check it out here.

Of claws, there were lots of other cats at the conference, not all of them living. For instance, there were a pair of Cuddle Clone cats, a bunch of cat flower arrangements, and a 25th anniversary cat cake, not to mention all the cat ears and cat clothes the writers wore.

I guess I should also show you a photo of Debbie wearing her cat ears, purse, dress, necklace, and shoes for the Awards Banquet. I think she was the cat’s meow and am so glad she’s home.

Until next time. Handsome Harry aka Harold when I’m naughty.

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Hermione’s Kitty Korner Post #10: My Grandma Has a New Book Out

Purrs! Hermione here with the next installment of my Kitty Korner Column. Today, I’m proud to announce that my grandma Debbie has published a new mystery called Sea Scope. I am so proud of her, and even though she used my brother Harry for a model with the cover of the large print edition of this book, I understand because there is a black cat in Sea Scope.

I had my time in the limelight when a calico was in the book and on the cover of her 4th Cobble Cove mystery, Love on the Rocks, but that was before I even met her.

In any case, I managed to squeeze into a photo of Debbie’s new book with my brother.

Even though I can’t read, I heard Debbie editing this story, and I think it’s going to be a best seller. I’m very excited about it because I love being the pet of an author. It makes me so happy that I can roll on my back in joy.

Here’s a pawsome excerpt from Sea Scope that features Al, the cat, who could be Harry’s twin.

Alabaster came meowing into the kitchen looking for his breakfast. Alabaster, or Al, for short, was a black cat she’d adopted to keep her company five years ago. She’d named him for the white, stone-like material as a joke and thought it funny that he often hung out by the inn’s statues that were composed of the same substance.

“Hi, Al. I was just going to check the mailbox before feeding you.”

The cat followed, tail held high as Julie walked out to the porch. The postal box stood to the side beyond the rockers and patio swing. It was a long white box that needed a touch up. She made a note to repaint it when she had time.

As Al circled her legs emitting short cries that signaled his hunger, Julie checked for mail. There was one letter inside the box. It wasn’t in an envelope and bore no stamp. Someone had dropped it off. She figured it was an advertisement, but when she unfolded the paper, she saw that it was a note written in childish handwriting. Each letter had been marked with a different crayon. As one sensitive to color, she realized that the hues composed a rainbow missive.

She took the paper and sat in one of the high back rockers she had covered with padding with her mother years ago and had replaced one lonely spring when she was between boyfriends.

Al continued to beg for his breakfast.

“One minute, boy. Let me read this.”

Julie had forgotten her reading glasses inside. She didn’t like wearing them because they aged her face. She squinted at the words, the light crayoned letters making them difficult to read.

“Do you really think you should reopen the inn? How many more deaths do you want on your head?”

Your nephew, Glen

She gasped. Al sensed her dismay and stopped crying, his body alert to danger; the fur on his back starting to rise.

She was tempted to tear up the paper but reconsidered. Should she go to the police? They were never helpful in the past, and this was obviously a prank. Glen was dead, buried in the family cemetery nearly two years ago.

That excerpt had me wide-eyed but not bushy-tailed. I’m not a bunny.

If you like how grandma’s book sounds, here are the places you can buy it:

(paperback): mybook.to/SSpaper

(Large Type): mybook.to/SSLT

(eBook): mybook.to/SeaScope

You can also buy Debbie’s books on Amazon.com from her author page or from clicking the big  pawprint on the top right side of this blog that says “buy books.” Remember, part of all her royalties go toward the care and feeding of me, Harry, and Stripey.

Purrs until next time, Hermione.

Harry’s Kitty Korner #9: I had an “Egg”cellent First Easter

 

Hi, there. It’s Harry with my Kitty Korner Column #9. Thank you for reading about my adventures in the De Louise house. I hope you all had a nice Easter. My sister and I had a fun day because Debbie filled some plastic eggs with catnip, and we loved rolling them around. Check out the video of our game.

Here are some pictures of my sis, Hermione, with some of the eggs.

And here’s the old guy, Stripey. He didn’t play much with the eggs but opened them up and ate the catnip.

Until next time. Handsome Harry aka Harold when I’m naughty.

Hermione’s Kitty Korner Post #9: Happy National Pet Day

Purrs! Hermione here with the next installment of my Kitty Korner Column. Today, I’d like to wish all the pets out there a Happy National Pet Day! I’m very happy to have been adopted from Golden Paws Society into the De Louise household this past October with my brother Harry after Debbie and her daughter spotted us at the Shabby Tabby Cat Cafe and decided to give us a home. That was the luckiest day of our lives.

We are nearly nine months old now and are settled into this wonderful place. I’ve become very comfortable here as you can see from the following photos. Whether on my grandma’s keyboard, the cat tree in her back room where she keeps our litterbox, or the living room couch, I can always find a comfy spot to snooze.

When I first came here, I was not particularly welcomed by Stripey, the De Louise’s 10-year-old cat, but he’s grown accustomed to me and Harry. We still have occasional playfights, but we get along for the most part. We even eat and sleep together now.

There are some great toys here, too. We have a toy box that we can jump inside and pick out our favorite play things, although some of the less safe toys are hidden away from us.

I really like being the granddaughter cat of an author. I especially like helping her write her mysteries by clearing her computer desk. I am a little upset when she shoos me off. I can’t understand why she’d rather look at that boring screen than at my lovely face, but I try not to take it purrsonally.

Speaking of my lovely face, I’m so proud that she posted a photo of me near one of her paintings and said that I was as pretty as a picture. She got some nice comments that people think I’m even prettier. What do you think?

I do require a certain amount of attention, and I miss Debbie when she spends time writing or at book fairs, but I’m proud of her. She’s even been on TV on Linda Maria Frank’s show, The Writer’s Dream and is scheduled for an upcoming appearance on Between the Covers. She has published six books and is releasing a new one in May. She is quite purrlific an author. Check out all her books she displayed at a table at Long Island’s Local Author Fair. You can purrchase them by clicking on the pawprint on this blog or from her Amazon author page.

Debbie made up for the time she spent away from me by using me as a model with her new mystery, Sea Scope.

Here’s a photo of me and Harry with Debbie.

I can’t think of a better way to celebrate National Pet Day than writing about my happy life. I wish the same for all my fellow kitties and other pets out there.

Purrs until next time, Hermione.

Harry’s Kitty Korner #8: I’ve Been Naughty

 

Hi, there. It’s Harry with my Kitty Korner Column #8. Thank you for reading about my adventures in the De Louise house. Unfortunately, I have not been a good boy lately. It’s not my fault, but I like to jump and climb, and I’ve recently discovered the kitchen sink and stove top. Grandma was upset and posted a question on Facebook asking how to keep cats off counters. The response was overwhelming  with 97+ comments that just go to show that I”m not the only kitty who likes to do this.

Some of the suggestions included spraying me with water; covering the counter with aluminum foil to make it less appealing to my delicate paws; using sticky tape on the surfaces for the same purpose; trading me for a dog (not funny); putting up another cat tree for me (I like that one); paying more attention to me (I love that one); and spanking me and telling me, “no,” which grandma is currently doing. I know she feels terrible about it because when I look at her with my sad eyes, her heart breaks, but she keeps saying it’s for my own safety. I don’t think she cares if I make things fall, dirty things, or break things, she just worries that I’ll hurt myself. While I can’t turn on her stove, I have peeked inside the pantry where she stores her pills and vitamins.

I’ve also checked out the refrigerator.

and hung out on top of the kitchen garbage.

In my defense, I’m not the only one who jumps on top of things or goes in places I shouldn’t. My sis, Hermione, often joins me on the kitchen table. See her hiding behind me in this picture.

Also, the older cat, Stripey, who should be a role model for us kittens, also goes on the table. Look at him trying to be cute while he curls up near grandma’s bag.

I’m going to aim to be less naughty. I realize two (or three) wrongs don’t make a right. However, I’m still a kitten, so Grandma must understand that I need to explore and love to reach new heights.

Until next time. Handsome Harry aka Harold when I’m naughty.