Hermione’s Kitty Korner #12 : I’m a Basket Case

Hermione here with some good news. For those who have been following me and my brother’s Kitty Korner columns, you’ll know that we were planning to stop sharing our adventures now that we’ve turned a year old. However, we’re still having so much fun in Debbie’s house, that we decided to ask Sneaky to extend our time on this blog.

Today, I’m sharing with you my love of baskets. It all started when I found a basket on top of Debbie’s wardrobe. It was sitting among some old Christmas tins and was very high, but I was confident I could reach it. I jumped on her jewelry armoire and climbed across her bureau. At that point, it was only a hop, a skip, and a jump before I was able to reach that beautiful basket.

I was so proud of myself because my brother, Harry, wasn’t able to follow in my pawsteps. I finally felt bad for the guy, and showed him how I got up there.  Leave it to a girl to teach a boy some new tricks. It was just a matter of time before he copied me, but he wasn’t interested in my basket which is a good thing because it’s my new favorite place.

Now I regularly go up to my basket and even nap in it. Debbie cleared off the Christmas tins and other stuff, so I would have more room. I love a room with a view.

Until next time. Hermione signing off.

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Hermione’s Kitty Korner #11 (Her Last Column)

Hermione here with some good and some not so good news. For those who have been following me and my brother’s Kitty Korner columns, you’ll know that we’ve been having quite a lot of adventures in Debbie’s house. However, since we will be turning 1 years old in July and thus official cats, we are no longer going to paw our Kitty Korner Columns. However, Debbie will continue to share our stories on Facebook and her own blog/website with lots of photos and updates.

While this is my last column, Harry will be pawing his later in July to fill you all in on our one-year birthday celebration. Now for the good news. Debbie is offering two of her books free in honor of our birthdays from July 19 to July 21. During that time, you can get your free books here: mybook.to/RTD mybook.to/cc4

For those who don’t know our story, Debbie and her daughter first laid eyes on Harry and me at the Shabby Tabby Cat Cafe on October 21, 2018. We were so adorable that they fell immediately in love with us. Since the cat cafe had taken us from the Golden Paw Society shelter to help find homes for us, Debbie adopted us from them on October 24, 2018 which was her daughter’s 14th birthday. We were just 3 months old. Here’s a link to the article about our adoption and a photo of us at Shabby Tabby. Weren’t we so little and cute? https://wp.me/p7XcB0-ug

Here is a more recent photo. See  how big we grew.

I hope you enjoy celebrating our birthday week with the two free mysteries, but it would also be great if you could contribute to the Facebook Fundraiser that Debbie created for the Golden Paws Society to help other kittens and cats like us get adopted. Any amount would help.

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.