Sneaky’s Interview with Rum Tum Tugger from Casting Call for a Corpse: An Alvarez Family Murder by Heather Haven

Oh, goodie. Another cat guest. What’s your name, Kitty and who is your author?

My name is Rum Tum Tugger (yes, from the E.E. Cummings book, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats). My dear old great, great, great, great grandmother twice removed helped Mr. Cummings write that book, you know. Pinky swear. Many’s the night I sat with Dad over a bite or two of catnip when I was just a kitten and he would tell me all about her. Well, I had a bowl of warm milk, being a kit and all. Dad had the catnip. He would say to me, he would say, “Tugger, my boy, be proud. You come from a long line of nobility, cat-wise. Granny Grizabella was a legend in her time and a mighty fine singer, too. She was the inspiration for Mr. Cummings book. He never went anywhere without her tagging along.” So taking Dad at his word, I am proud. What was the rest of the question? Oh, the author. Heather Haven.

What a wonderful story. I know my author enjoyed the Broadway musical based on that book.

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

So far, I’m in seven books labeled fun detective cozies: Murder is a Family Business, A Wedding to Die For, Death Runs in the Family, DEAD…If Only, The CEO Came DOA, The Culinary Art of Murder, and Casting Call for a Corpse. I don’t like to brag, but I am the pivotal character.

Concats to you. I’ve been in the 4 books of my Cobble Cove cozy mystery series and am excited that a fifth one will be out soon. I like to consider myself a pivotal character, too. The humans might take some exception to that, but we cat characters know better.

Please tell me about your series.

We’re called the Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries. And the first thing I want to do is welcome everyone to the Family with a rousing catlike cheer! And a purr, purr. Moving on, these often humorous mysteries, take place in the California of today, namely Silicon Valley, but sometimes we travel around a bit. Everything revolves around my people-mom, Lee Alvarez, a combination of Sue Graftonʼs Kinsey Millhone and Janet Evanovitchʼs Stephanie Plum. Completing the Alvarez Family is Leeʼs Never-Had-A-Bad-Hair-Day aristocratic mother, Lila; computer genius brother, Richard; gourmet chef and beloved Uncle ‘Tio’, Lee’s new hubby, Gurn, a former Navy SEAL, and of course, me, her handsome and energetic orange and white cat. You know my name.

Anyway, when the Alvarez clan is not solving murders, they run Discretionary Inquiries, a successful detective agency that normally deals with intellectual property and computer software thievery. With a recovery/prosecution rate of over ninety-four percent, Lee thinks We Are Smokin’ should be their motto. But blueblood and CEO, Lila Hamilton Alvarez, would never put that on a business card. These whodunits have a crackerjack mystery while exploring familial relationships — the good, the bad, and the amusing.

Wow! Your series sounds pawsome. My author took a trip to California last February and visited that area. She enjoyed it very much, but our series takes place in a small, upstate New York town called Cobble Cove.

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

Yes, I am. Heather says I am the special cat she can never forget or let go of, even though the real Tugger crossed over the Rainbow Bridge ten years ago. So here I am, the star practically almost, of the series.  It was her way of making sure I lived on forever and ever. And so I do. She says she is happy when she’s writing the series because I am there with her. Sometimes, she says, she can almost reach out and stroke my fur, which if I must say so myself, is lustrous and smells like baby powder. Not that I use any baby powder because I am a big boy, but Heather says that’s how she remembers the scent. I am always young, healthy, and a scamp. The power of love.

We have something in common, Tug. I was based on my author’s Siamese cat, Oliver, who crossed the bridge 3 years ago this November.

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

My pleasure. Here’s an except for the second book of the series, A Wedding to Die For:

Several hours later, I was roused by Tugger growling softly in my ear. I had never heard him make this sound before and was at first confused by it. Even though it was dark, I felt him rise, standing taut, his growling intensifying. Then I heard a noise in the kitchen. Before I could move, Tugger leapt off the bed and ran toward the sound. I didn’t turn on the light, feeling it was better to stay in obscurity, but that decision slowed me down.

I felt my way along the wall listening to a growing commotion in the kitchen. Within seconds, there were sounds of shuffling, and Tugger’s ever increasing growling turned into a loud howl. Then came a man’s exclamation and cry of pain.

That’s when I began to run and fell over the coffee table. I let out a scream and grappled for the five-iron I keep behind the sofa for just such an emergency. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, I heard the man shriek, things being knocked over and a sound of pain from Tugger.

Brandishing the golf club, I lost precious moments trying to find the light switch. When I turned it on, my vision was blurred by curling puffs of flour and the intensity of the light. A form pushed past me and out the open kitchen door before my eyes adjusted. When they did, all thoughts of pursuit were gone. On the kitchen counter, the canister of flour lay on its side, a still Tugger beside it.

I felt another scream escape me and dropped the five-iron, rushing to my pet. He was covered with flour but still breathing. He opened his eyes suddenly. Afraid to pick him up, I helped him struggle to wobbly feet, looking for signs of cuts or bruises. So intent was my concentration, I didn’t hear footsteps running up the stairs until there was a banging on the front door.

“Liana,” cried my mother from the other side of the door. “Liana! Are you all right?”

“Liana, por favor, answer us,” said Tío.

“Just a minute,” I yelled, looking at Tugger. He was steadier on his feet now, and I felt I could leave him for a moment or two. Racing to the front of the apartment, I bellowed that I was all right, while unlocking the door. They barged inside.

“I’m all right. I’m all right. It’s Tugger,” I said, with a catch in my voice. Turning, I ran back the kitchen. I found my cat sitting where I’d left him, his eyes half closed. He was breathing slowly and deeply. Mom and Tío followed on my heels and stopped right behind me.

“What happened?” demanded Mom, looking at the disarray in the kitchen.

“Someone broke in, and Tugger got in his way. I think he’s hurt.”

“Let me see,” Tío said with quiet authority. He stepped in front of me and began to examine the cat. Tugger leaned into Tío’s gentle hands.

“I should bring him to the vet emergency hospital,” I said, fighting back sobs. “There’s one in San Mateo. He could have internal injuries or something.”

“Shhh, Liana!” Tío ordered. Tugger shook himself free of flour, stood and turned around, as Tío continued his inspection. “I think he has had the air pushed out of him, mi sobrina. I think he will be all right in a moment,” Tío said.

“You mean the wind knocked out of him?” asked Mom, leaning on the counter and stroking Tugger.

As if to emphasize that fact, Tugger freed himself from their hands, jumped down and shook his body again. He went to the middle of the floor and began cleaning his paws. I grabbed a kitchen towel, followed and sat cross-legged beside him, gingerly wiping the remains of the flour off his back and legs. “He does seem better, doesn’t he, Tío?” I asked, my voice still trembling a little.

“Look at this,” Mom said. “I think this is blood on the refrigerator.” Glancing up, I scrunched my eyes and noticed several droplets of blood, too small to drip down the white enamel. “And there on the floor,” she said, pointing to another spot.

“Dios Mio!” I exclaimed, carefully taking Tugger in my lap and looking all over his body for a wound.

“I do not think that has come from el gatito,” Tío remarked. “Look, there is more on the cabinet door.” Tío pointed to the cabinet over the fridge. This was a streak of droplets, as if splattered from a small paintbrush.

I set Tugger on the floor and the three of us watched as he cleaned his paws but not his body, which still wore traces of flour. Picking him up again, I took one of his paws in my hand and pressed down to splay open his talons.

“Mom, Tío, look at this!” They came over to where I sat on the floor with the cat in my lap. “There’s blood on his claws, and I don’t think it’s his.” Ears back, Tugger freed his foot from my clutches, hopped down again, and strolled out of the room, annoyed by all the attention.

I stood up and went to the refrigerator, examining the top. I noticed the vase of flowers that had been upright when I went to bed was now on its side, water and flowers everywhere. “Tugger must have jumped up here on top of the refrigerator, just like you taught him, Tío, only when he pounced, his claws were extended.”

Wow, Meow! Thanks for sharing that great scene.

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

I’m a good guy, but I get to be a cat. A smart cat. A smart, handsome cat. As I mentioned before, I am the pivotal character in the book. No one has actually said that, you understand, although I feel it in my bones. But don’t tell anyone. Sometimes the other characters get jealous.

I know exactly what you mean, Tugger, my pal.

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

I don’t talk in the books. I meow and do other cat-like things, in my own, hero way. I save my chit-chat for interviews like this.

Same here. I’m so glad Debbie created this blog for me. It’s great meeting all the pet characters out there including you.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

As Oscar Wilde says: Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.

Purrfect advice.

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

Casting Call for a Corpse, Book 7 of the Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries, came out August 1st, 2020. That’s close enough.

I will make sure my author checks that one out, and I hope my readers will, too.

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

http://www.heatherhavenstories.com/

https://www.facebook.com/HeatherHavenStories

Twitter@HeatherHaven

Email me at: Heather@HeatherHavenStories.com

Amazon Alvarez Series Page:

https://tinyurl.com/yy6tkxvq

Thanks so much for the great cat chat, Tugger. I will share your blog tour and giveaway below. Best whiskers to you and your author on your new release.

Casting Call for a Corpse: A Fun Detective Cozy (The Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries)
by Heather Haven

About Casting Call for a Corpse


Casting Call for a Corpse: A Fun Detective Cozy (The Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries)
Cozy Mystery
7th in Series
Publisher: The Wives of Bath Press (August 1, 2020)
Print Length: 295 pages
Digital ASIN: B08BR6H1GV

A DETECTIVE AGENCY WITH HEART.
AND A WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!

Super sleuth, Lee Alvarez, finds a dead man wearing a tuxedo in a friend’s bathtub during a soiree for San Francisco’s VIPs. And not just any friend, but an internationally acclaimed actress who recently came to live in San Francisco. And not just any bathtub, but a bathtub residing inside one of Alamo Square’s famed Painted Ladies, recently bought by said actress.

The police believe it’s the actress friend who done the man in. After all, it’s her house and her tub. And another man died under suspicious circumstances around her recently. Both romantic encounters, doncha know. The actress must be guilty.

Or is she?

For ace detective Lee Alvarez, the timing couldn’t be worse. She is supposed to go off in celebration of her 6-month wedding anniversary with her hunky hubby. Paris is calling!

Or is it?

Her long-time friend, plus her mother – She Who Must Be Obeyed – thinks she should stick around and find out who the real killer is. So Lee, family, handsome hubby, and Tugger, the cat, are on the job. But Lee’s nose is itching. Which means not one of the suspects is telling the truth.

Or not all of it. Lee soon uncovers threatening letters, sullen playwrights, dead bodies, and a criminal web of jewel thieves, all treading the boards of her friend’s latest musical. This is showbiz?

Author Haven pulls out all the stops in a cozy fan’s delight about a charming, and unconventional Palo Alto detective family who get their man or woman, as the case may be. Book Seven follows its tradition of the Bay Area’s favorite PI, who rolls over with all four paw in the air when it comes to her darn near perfect mother. But with the help of her computer geek brother and handsome hubby, Lee works to solve the case in time to celebrate her own 6-month wedding anniversary.

About Heather Haven

Heather moved to the Bay Area and studied creative writing at Stanford University. Previously, several of her comedy acts and plays were performed in NYC. Her novels include the humorous Silicon Valley-based Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries, Manhattan-based Persephone Cole Vintage Mysteries, Love Can Be Murder Novellas, Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Series and standalone mystery noir, Murder under the Big Top, based upon her mother’s stint as a performer with Ringling Brothers’ Circus. There is also her anthology, Corliss and Other Award-Winning Stories. Her favorite protagonist is in Corliss, one of the featured short stories, but don’t tell anyone!

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Sneaky Interviews Felix, the cat from Christmas Trifle, A Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Mystery, by Heather Haven

Sneaky here with one another pet character interview. Today, I’m speaking with a cat whose current book, Christmas Trifle is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Hello, there, Mr. Cat. What is your name and your author’s name?

I am Felix, a tuxedo cat. I am told I’m quite handsome. I must be, because they named a restaurant after me and even have a drawing of me for something called a logo. Sitting beside me is my dog pal, Oscar, a Golden Lab. He’s a great guy, even though he’s a dog. When our people parents split up, our dad took Oscar and named a restaurant after him, too. It’s gone to his head, you know. Dogs can be like that. Not quite as grounded as a cat. The author of our tail…tale…is Heather Haven. She’s okay for a human. But you know about them.

I sure do, Felix. It’s mice to meet you. My author once had a gray and white Tuxedo cat named Floppy. She wrote a book about him after he went to Rainbow Bridge. I also have a dog co-star in my Cobble Cove mysteries. His name is Fido, and he’s a Golden Retriever, not sure if that’s the same as a Golden Lab, but I know what you mean about dogs. They’re okay, but we cats are far superior.

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

Christmas Trifle, Book One of the Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Novels, is my first book. Wait, hold it. Oscar just barked. He said it’s his first book, too.

Concatulations and Condogulations to Oscar. My first book was A Stone’s Throw, and I’m waiting for Debbie to start our fifth. She’s working on other projects now, so me and Fido have to be patient.

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

Christmas Trifle is the first book on this series. It takes place in a small village in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Aside from continually messing up their lives, these people strap two skinny pieces of wood to their feet and then proceed to careen down the side of a mountain. Us cats know it’s much better to sit in a window and watch all this silliness from the warmth of a fire. Oscar thinks it’s very exciting to be featured in a book. Naturally, as the cat in this epic, I don’t find it exciting, but merely my due. Although I have a FaceBook page for all my fans to reach out to me. Wait, hold it. Oscar just barked again. He says it’s his FaceBook page, too.

Your series sounds interesting, and I’m jealous you have a Facebook page. My author has one. At least, she gives me a blog. That’s more than I can say for what she does for Fido.

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

I am a figment of her imagination. And as she is a figment of mine, we’re all good. Oscar, the dog, just watching. He’s not sure what a figment is.

MOL (Meow Out Loud). I was based on Debbie’s Siamese cat, Oliver, who also now lives on Rainbow Bridge.

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

Charly looked down at Felix moving closer to the threshold. She saw the cat’s attention was drawn to something across the street, something in the bushes. She bent down to pick the cat up but before she could, he shot out the door, down the steps, and onto the sidewalk.

“Felix,” she yelled, looking past François. The sous-chef in turn, looked at the disappearing cat, wondering what all the fuss what about. After all, don’t animals, especially cats, belong outside?

Charly snatched at her coat, threw it on, and dashed out the door, closing it behind her. She tore off after the cat and ran down the icy sidewalk, wearing nothing but her thin slippers. “Ow, ow, cold, cold,” she added, as each foot hit the frosty cement.

“Sacré bleu,” uttered the Frenchman, still standing on the stoop and watching Charly in amazement.

Felix dashed across the street and disappeared behind a clump of bushes. Charly followed. She could hear a dog whining with happiness.

“Felix!” She caught Felix winding himself around a dog’s legs, and in surprise, noticed the dog was Oscar.

“Oscar!” She dropped to her knees in the snow, hugging the dog and burying her face in his fur. “Merry Christmas, you sweet thing. What are you doing here?”

She took hold of the dog’s lead, followed it, and saw Cliff on the other side of the bushes. In his crouched position, it was obvious he was trying not to be seen. Indignant, she stood and gave the leash as strong a yank as she could.

Cliff, thrown off balance, fell down in the snow. He rose, brushed snow from his coat, and strolled out as casually as possible. It was a stare-off moment and then Cliff became self-righteous again.

“You know, you really shouldn’t let Felix run across the street like that. He could get hit by a car.”

“I didn’t let him,” Charly retorted. “He saw Oscar. You know they’re like magnets –“ Realizing she’d been distracted into defending herself, her tone became as self–righteous as his. “Never mind that. Just what are you doing here?”

“I might ask you the same question.”

“Me? What are you talking about? I live here…ah…there.” Feet cold, she hopped from one foot to the other while pointing to her house. Charly noticed François standing on the front stoop, watching them intently. She gave him a tentative wave. He waved back with a heartiness that surprised her.

“A–ha!” The accusation in Cliff’s voice was loud and clear.

“What do you mean, ‘a–ha’?” She wrapped her coat around her indignantly, forgetting her half–frozen feet. “How dare you ‘a–ha’ me. You take that ‘a–ha’ back.” She had a flash of an understanding. “Wait a minute. Are you spying on me?”

“Spying on you?” Cliff sputtered. “Spying on you? Certainly not. I was taking the dog out for a walk. How would I know where you lived? You’re the one that took up a separate, new residence while I was off trying to build us a future.”

“’Trying to build us a future’? I can’t believe you just said that.”

“That’s right. Trying to build us a future.”

“You know what I have to say to you? Liar, liar, pants on fire. Read the divorce papers. You deserted me, you big ham, going off and doing that stupid show for a year. That’s all you care about, Mr. Restaurant Guru.”

“Did you just call me a ham?”

“I did. Hormel’s finest.” She drew herself up to her full height, stood on tippy-toes, and put her nose to his before adding, “And on top of that you’re a philanderer.”

Felix and Oscar sat side–by–side staring up at the fighting couple, looking from one to the other. Cliff, clearly shocked by her accusation, lost his grandiose attitude for the moment.

“What do you mean I’m ‘a philanderer’? I never philandered in my life.”

“Hah!”

“So you can ‘hah’ me but I can’t ‘a–ha’ you? And who told you I cheated on you? How could you believe I would do such a thing?” he added, in a wounded tone.

“Oh, puleese.” Charly bent down and picked up the cat, hugging him to her. “I am done talking to you,” she said in her best dismissive tone. “Anything more you have to say to me you can say through my lawyer. And tomorrow I am calling him to have you served with a restraining order, so you can never pull a stunt like you did last night at my restaurant again.”

“Oh, really? Maybe I’ll call my lawyers to make sure you don’t call the reporters like you did last night so they can take a photo of me.”

Completely confused, Charly paused for a moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Says you!”

It was Charly’s turn for a snappy rejoinder, but thinking better of it, she merely tucked the cat under one arm, stomped across the street, and back to her house. Cliff stared after her. Charly marched up the steps and beamed at François.

“François,” she said in a crooning voice, but loud enough for Cliff to hear, “would you like to come inside?”

François returned the smile, eager to be invited in. “Oui, oui. It is cold out here. How you stand the weather in this town, I will never know. Snow, snow, always the snow.”

“Well, it’s much warmer inside,” she said suggestively, looking at Cliff across the street. Charly opened the door and strolled inside, followed by François.

Cliff watched this display with disgust. “Come, Oscar,” he said in a loud voice. “I see who the cheat is. Let’s go home.”

He gave the leash a little jerk. Oscar refused to move and turned to stare at the door Charly and Felix had disappeared into.

“Come on, boy,” Cliff said, before sneezing. Reaching inside his pocket for a handkerchief, he turned around, ready to stalk off.

“Oscar, now I mean it. Come on.”

Oscar paused, looking at the home across the street. Then he turned to his master and finally loped behind.

Wow, Meow. I’m clapping my paws. You’re a natural, Felix, and Oscar is pretty good himself..

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

I am their touch of sanity. Oscar, too. Even though they split us up, we don’t have to take it, so we didn’t.

Good for you.

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

I may only meow but I feel I can cover an entire range of emotions. Oscar, too. He barks with the best of ‘em.

Same here for me and Fido. We put our pet language to good use in our books.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

As Oscar says, “Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.” That’s Oscar Wilde, by the way.

I like a cat who quotes authors.

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

Actually, my cousin, Rum Tum Tugger, has a new book coming out next year, Casting Call for a Corpse, Book 7 of the Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries. That’s another series but Tugger has an important role in all of them. I have a little catching up to do but I believe quality trumps quantity every time. Don’t tell Tugger I said that, though. He’s got a mean left paw. As for my series – and I do like to call it my series – Heather says the next one, Spring Thaw, will be in the works soon, whatever that means.

Pawsome. I’d love to interview Rum Tum Tugger if he keeps his left paw to himself. Keep on Heather. Sometimes we have to push our authors to get them going.

Thanks for the purrfect interview, Felix, and best whiskers to you, Oscar, and Heather on your new release. I’m sharing your book’s blog tour below.

Christmas Trifle
(A Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Mystery)
by Heather Haven

About the Book


Christmas Trifle (A Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Mystery)
Romantic Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Wives of Bath Press (September 1, 2019)
• Number of Pages – 322
ASIN: B07THD2XT2

 

When chefs Charly and Cliff Harding divorce, she gets custody of their upscale restaurant and its namesake, Felix, the cat. He gets custody of their dog, Oscar. What they both still have custody of is each other’s heart. But they seem to be the only two people in the small ski resort town of Snow Lake, Nevada, that don’t know it.

When Cliff opens his own restaurant in direct competition with Charly, bad things start to happen. Death threats, accidents, and murder are now on the menu. Their ‘if-you-can’t-take-the-heat-then-get-out-of-the-kitchen’ battles are backfiring, and regrets consume the two of them. But can they find their way back to each other? Or is it too late? Because they just might spend the rest of their lives in prison unjustly accused of killing someone. Or can love triumph over even murder?

About Heather Haven

Heather Haven, in the midst of writing her fourteenth novel, has also written short stories, comedy acts, television treatments, ad copy, commercials, and plays. She has won numerous awards for her Silicon Valley-based Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries; Manhattan-based WWII Persephone Cole Vintage Mysteries; Ringling Brothers’ Circus mystery noir, Death of a Clown; and Corliss and Other Award-Winning Stories. She has two romantic suspense series: Love Can be Murder Mystery Novellas with Lee Alvarez and Gurn Hanson, the Nick and Nora Charles of Silicon Valley, and the new Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Novels, of which Christmas Trifle is Book One.

She and her husband of thirty-four years are allowed to live with their two cats, Ellie and Yulie, in the foothills of San Jose, California.

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