Sneaky Interviews Ceebee from Hippie Haven Homicide, A Psychadelic Spy Mystery, by Sally Carpenter

Hello, Mr. Cat, welcome to my blog. May I ask your name and your author’s name?

My name is Ceebee, short for “cat burglar,” ‘cause I like to take things and hide them under my book Mommy’s sofa. My author is Sally Carpenter.

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

So far I’ve been in two books, “Flower Power Fatality,” and the newest one by my author, “Hippie Haven Homicide.” I think she should call the books “Adventures of the Greatest Cat Ever,” but my author doesn’t listen to me.

I know the feeling, and by the way, I thought I recognized you. I interviewed you for your first book, “Flower Power Fatality.” I love having repeat guests. If anyone wants to read our first interview, here’s the link:

Please tell us about your series.

I don’t know much about what hoomans do, so this is what my author sezs: “The Psychedelic Spy series are retro-cozies set in 1967 in the small rural town of Yuletide, Indiana. Noelle McNabb (my book Mommy) gets involved with a super secret spy agency called SIAMESE.” That’s a terrific name for a group. The spies are a bunch of groovy cats.

That sounds pawsome especially the SIAMESE agency because, as you know, I’m a Siamese.

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

My author has had lots of kitties over the years. Like them, I’m a black indoor-outdoor kitty. I love to hunt mice. I love to eat. I pester my Mommy, but she pets me and lets me sleep in her bed and gives me treats. Yum! My author also trained one of her cats to shake hands, so it’s possible for felines to do tricks as long as you reward them with treats.

My author has had lots of kitties all her life, too. She currently has a black cat, Harry, who’s been in some of her other books but not in our Cobble Cove cozy mysteries. However, there is a black cat guest in our upcoming 5th book. His name isn’t Harry, though. The main stars of our series are me, A Siamese based on Debbie’s Oliver who went to Rainbow Bridge three years ago this November and a calico, like her female cat, Harry’s sister, Hermione. The calico in our series is named Kittykai and joined me in the fourth book.

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

SIAMESE wanted me to spy on some hoomans who were meeting in a park; nobody would notice a stray cat walking by. They put something called a micro-phony inside a collar and put the collar me (I HATE collars). Noelle and Destiny listened to the spies talk over my collar. This is the scene where they take me to the SIAMESE underground headquarters.

The room they entered was lined with shelves stocked with boxes, jars, scientific reference books and notebooks full of experiment notes. The tables stuffed into the small space were covered with microscopes, Bunsen burners, tubes, beakers, jars of chemicals and various electrical and mechanical devices. A man in a white lab coat and dark trousers waited for them beside the large center island. His white hair stuck up comically, as if he were amused to see them. His wrinkled face belied his age. His thick bifocals made his blue eyes look even larger. Around his neck hung the security badge—with black and white diagonal stripes—of the internal support staff, those who remained inside headquarters to equip the outside field agents.

“You must be Noelle. I’m Dr. Albedo. We’re glad to have you working with us.” Unlike Hanover, his voice was warm and friendly, and contained a tinge of an east European accent. But Noelle couldn’t see his lips move beneath his bushy white moustache.

“This is one of our veteran scientists at SIAMESE,” Dash said.

“Please put your animal on the counter.” Dr. Albedo patted the metal-lined top of the island.

Noelle placed the cat on the spot. “You wouldn’t happen to have any cat food, would you? Ceebee is starving.”

“It’s good that the cat hasn’t eaten. It’s best for animals to fast before surgery.”

“Surgery!” Noelle scooped up Ceebee. “No way are you cutting into my pet!”

“We need to implant an earpiece for the animal. Otherwise, you can’t use the radio to give him commands.”

“What’s wrong with putting a gizmo in his ear?”

“A small device can fall out. And the people standing around would hear you talking.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“We’ll place it just under the skin,” said Dr. Albedo. “Your cat won’t feel a thing. We’ll remove it as soon as possible.”

“If this is unacceptable, you may leave, Miss McNabb,” said Hanover. “But we’ll have to scrub the mission. We have no back-up animals. We would not have asked you unless we felt confident in your ability to help us and your country. We have reports that you have trained your cat to follow your directions––not something most cats do.”

Noelle gazed into the anxious cat eyes staring back at her. She was as patriotic as any other American, but she loved her pet. “If you promise you won’t hurt Ceebee. You won’t give him a lobotomy or anything.”

“We will treat your cat as gently as we treat our agents,” said Hanover.

Destiny stifled a laugh.

“All right then.” Noelle set her cat on the island. “But be careful.”

“I’ll leave you in the doctor’s capable hands.” Hanover turned to Destiny. “Let me know if any problems arise.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

Noelle was indignant. “Ceebee will do his job just fine!”

Hanover gave a ‘we’ll-see-about-that’ look before leaving the room. Ceebee sniffed the chemical-laden air and prowled around the island top, his ears and head lowered. His tail shot straight out with the tip moving from side to side. Noelle tried to give him some comforting pats, but Ceebee turned from her, as if say, “Why did you bring me to this awful place?” Destiny perched atop a stool, crossed her arms, and watched.

“First, we fit the collar on him.” The scientist took a plastic box off a shelf, placed it on the island, opened the lid, and removed a metal ring.

“That looks awfully large,” said Noelle. “Will Ceebee be able to walk in that thing?”

“We’ve miniaturized the electronics as much as possible,” said Dr. Albedo. “Hold the cat still, please.”

Noelle grabbed Ceebee around his middle. Dr. Albedo first slipped off the elastic collar from around the cat’s head. He opened a segment of the metal ring, slid the device around Ceebee’s neck, and fastened it. The collar was indeed big and nearly touched the ground. Ceebee shook his head and clawed at the collar with a hind paw.

Noelle tried to slip a finger between the ring and the cat’s neck. “It looks tight.”

“We can make some adjustments,” said the scientist. “We didn’t know what size animal we’d be working with.”

He used a screwdriver to fine-tune the collar. Ceebee eyed him. Noelle stroked the cat to keep him calm.

“Put the animal on the floor, please,” he said.

Noelle obliged. Ceebee roamed the floor, sniffing the items on the lower shelves and looking for an escape nook. The feline rubbed the collar against the wall in an effort to remove it. Dr. Albedo flipped some switches on a console panel. “Now to try the audio. Test, test, testing.” His voice echoed from a wall speaker as the sound was transmitted over the microphone in the cat’s collar.

“Hey, it works!” Noelle’s voice came over the loudspeaker as well.

“Of course it works,” said Destiny. “Nobody at SIAMESE comes here to fail.”

Wow, Meow. I like that. Concats on a great scene. Thanks for sharing it.

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

My role is getting bigger and more important in each book! All those tricks Mommy taught me are paying off, so I can help her out. Mommy said what I did will preserve democracy and America. I don’t care about that. All I know is she gave me treats and a can of tuna afterwards.

Those are great incentives. My role is also getting bigger and also different in my author’s books. After she wrote the 4th book, “Love on the Rocks,” she wrote two short eBooks with my name in the title, “Sneaky’s Christmas Mystery” that won an award from the Cat Writers’ Association and “Sneaky’s Summer Mystery” that was just released. In those two eBooks, readers can “see” my thoughts. She’s continued this theme in the 5th book that she just submitted to her publisher.

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

I don’t talk like hoomans do. But I yowled when Mommy to put me in my carrier to go to SIAMESE headquarters. I hate my carrier ‘cause usually when she puts me there, she takes me to the vet who pokes a stick up my butt to see how hot I am. I don’t like the hooman named Dash Hanover; I growled at him. But I like the hooman called Destiny King; I purred at her. She’s the same color as I am. Destiny once had a cat of her own before; I can tell.

I don’t talk to my human characters either except for purrs, yowls, and other feline sounds. However, I am now talking to my pet co-stars, so readers can “see” our thoughts.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Hoomans can’t live without us. They need us to do important stuff for them. So it’s okay to demand that they spoil you ‘cause you deserve it.

Very good advice.

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

My author is revising some of her old books to make them read better. Then she wants to write another cozy about that Sandy Fairfax character (he doesn’t have a cat, so why read about him?). My author won’t get back to me for a while. I may as well find a spot under a tree and take a nap.

My author likes to alternate my series with other types of mysteries. Most of them have cats but not me, so I also grab a long cat nap in between them.

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

My author’s email is Her webpage is She’s on Facebook at facebook,com/sally.carpenter.54.

Thanks so much for joining me again, Ceebee and best whiskers to you and your author on your new release. I’m sharing the blog tour for it below.

Hippie Haven Homicide (Psychedelic Spy Mystery)
by Sally Carpenter

About Hippie Haven Homicide

Hippie Haven Homicide (Psychedelic Spy Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
2nd in Series
Publisher: Cozy Cat Press (May 21, 2020)
Paperback: 229 pages
ISBN-10: 195257904X
ISBN-13: 978-1952579042
Digital ASIN: B08B61G6F4

Get ready to flip your wig over another groovy 1967 retro-cozy with actress and amateur spy Noelle McNabb. Spy agency SIAMESE (Special Intelligence Apparatus for Midwest Enemy Espionage and Surveillance) turns Noelle’s pet, Ceebee, into an “acoustic kitty” to listen in on an agent known only as Old Scratch. Meanwhile, a counterculture religious sect led by the Wise One infiltrates the staid town of Yuletide, Indiana. When one of the sect members makes a premature departure to the Spirit in the Sky, Noelle investigates, but finds herself in deep water—literally. With her undercover disguiser, Noelle really knows how to sock it to ‘em. However, she still can’t solve the secrets of a certain family member. Don’t miss this fab story of saints, sinners and spies!

About Sally Carpenter

Sally Carpenter is a native Hoosier living in Moorpark, Calif.

She has a master’s degree in theater from Indiana State University. While in school, her plays “Star Collector” and “Common Ground” were finalists in the American College Theater Festival One-Act Playwrighting Competition. “Common Ground” also earned a college creative writing award. “Star Collector” was produced in New York City and served as the inspiration for her first mystery series.

Sally also has a Master of Divinity and a black belt in tae kwon do.

She’s worked as an actress, college writing instructor, jail chaplain and tour guide/page for Paramount Pictures.

The books in her Sandy Fairfax Teen Idol series are: The Baffled Beatlemaniac Caper (2012 Eureka! Award finalist for best first mystery novel), The Sinister Sitcom Caper, The Cunning Cruise Ship Caper and The Quirky Quiz Show Caper, all with Cozy Cat Press.

Flower Power Fatality is the first book in the Psychedelic Spy series.

She has short stories in three anthologies: Last Exit to Murder, Plan B: Omnibus and Cozy Cat Shorts. She penned chapter three of the CCP group mystery Chasing the Codex.

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Sneaky Interviews Mab from Cat Cafe, A Crazy Cat Lady Mystery, by Mollie Hunt

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to cat chat with a fellow cozy mystery cat whose current book, Cat Cafe, is on tour with Great Escapes Virtual Book Tours.

Meow there. What is your name and your author’s name?

Oh, wow! It’s you— It’s really you! (Jumping up and down in kittenish glee) Sneaky, you’re my hero! I’m having a cat fit just to be in your presence. Okay, it’s not just because I’m young, only a little over a year— it’s because, guess what? I’m a Siamese too! Siameeeeese! Just like you!

Oh, but you wanted to know my name. I’m Mab, a purebred lilac point Siamese that my cohabitor character Lynley Cannon rescued from a nefarious breeder when I was just a baby kitten. And oh yeah, my author’s name is Mollie Hunt.

So mice to meet you, Mab, and I’m very honored to be your hero.

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

I wasn’t born when my author wrote the first of her Crazy Cat Lady cozy mystery series, Cats’ Eyes, but I came in with the second, Copy Cats, and have been with Lynley’s clowder ever since. (Cat’s Paw #3, Cat Call #4, and Cat Café #5)

Pawsome. I’m glad you joined the series. I’m sure you’re doing a great job. Siamese cat characters are purrfect fits for cat cozies.

Please tell me more about your series.

Mollie’s Crazy Cat Lady cozy mysteries feature Lynley Cannon, a sixty-something cat shelter volunteer who finds more trouble than a cat in catnip. Lynley lives in Portland, Oregon in an old Victorian house with her fluctuating number of cats. Right now our clowder is up to eight. Lynley is retired, and you wouldn’t think she could get herself into so many precarious situations, but it’s her natural, cat-like curiosity that makes her jump paws-first into extraordinary things.

Sounds like you have your paws full with a human character like that.

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

Some of my clan, like Dirty Harry, Little, and Big Red, are real cats who actually live with my author. Then there are Violet and Emilio who are fashioned after cats Mollie has fostered in the past. I, myself, am a fictional creation and proud of it!

I’m fictional, too, although I’m slightly based on Debbie’s cat, Oliver, who has gone to Rainbow Bridge last year.

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

Here is an excerpt from Copy Cats, the very first time Lynley met me. I was stuck in the little kennel where I had spent most of my life so far. She was in trouble too, because the people in the house were very bad men. She had to escape before she got hurt, but there was no way she was going to leave me behind…

“…“What will happen to the kitten?” I said impulsively.

“Take it,” Garrison said. “Take it to your cat shelter and sell it. I’m sure it’ll bring in a few bucks, even without papers.”

I held the small kit whom I had come to think of as Mab, the Faerie Queen from Celtic folklore. (Had she communicated that name to me or had I just made it up?) “Mab,” I said softly, stroking fur softer than silk.

“Huh?” Garrison grunted.

“Nothing,” I said, turning away from him before he could change his mind.

Suddenly through the open window over the kennel, I heard the crunch of gravel. Garrison heard it too. Instantly he tensed, head turned to listen.

“Are you expecting somebody?” I asked.

“You wait here,” was all he said as he bounded up the stairs, two at a time.

I heard his heavy footsteps cross the floor above; a car door slammed, then the babel of voices, loud but not loud enough for me to tell what was going on. I prayed that the visitor was someone who could get me out of that madhouse—a contingent of FBI agents with flack vests and automatic weapons would fit the bill nicely—but I had a feeling that I might not be so lucky.

Someone stomped into the living room, and a sharp, metallic clatter hit the floor. The hubbub continued: voices raised in anger; a high pitched bawl; the trample of feet resonating throughout the old house.

Then I caught a different sound, the wild wail of a Siamese cat. Mab pricked up her ears, the first real interest I’d seen in her since I came. Without thought, I sprinted toward the howl, taking the kitten with me. It was a reflex, with no clear brain-work behind it—very feline, as cats will often run to the cries of their kind. I did have the presence of mind to hang back once I reached the kitchen, not wanting to announce myself until I knew what I was getting into. The wail came again, then another and another—my God, how many cats did they have in there?”

Excellent. Great job, Mabs.

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

Things are beginning to get exciting! Lynley is finally realizing that I’m more than your average kitty cat. You see, being named for a faerie, I have magical powers even beyond those normally possessed by cats. I look forward to helping solve mysteries and keep my cohabitor safe, (and hopefully not causing too much inadvertent mischief while I’m at it, but I am still a kitten at heart, so you can never tell.)

I’m sure you’re in for many more exciting adventures.

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

I, like my fur-sisters and brothers, do not talk human. We do, however, have a great deal of telepathic ability. Trouble is, humans are often too dense to pick up on what we try to project to them. That’s when I, a Siamese, revert to form and make lots of yowly noise.

We Siamese are certainly known for our vocal abilities.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Don’t be afraid to influence the story. My author never knew I was going to turn out to be a magical cat until recently. Surprise!!

Great advice.

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

We just released Cat Café, Crazy Cat Lady cozy mystery #5 (A body is discovered on the floor of the cat café, and all the black cats are missing!) last month, so it will be a little while before the following book comes out. The next in line is Cosmic Cat (When a superhero cosplayer falls to his death at a comic con, Lynley is left holding the bag— and a cat!) and a Christmas novella called Cat Noel (Lynley finds a new meaning of Christmas when a wiccan’s familiar is cat-napped before the winter solstice festival and Lynley becomes her only hope.) That brings us to Cat Conundrum (A locked room. A dead man. The cat is the only witness, and he isn’t talking.) which is what Mollie is writing right now. There is also talk of Mollie’s cat scifi-fantasy Cat Summer being published soon by Fire Star Press!

Concatulations! Your author sure is busy. I know Debbie also has lots of ideas for our 5th Cobble Cove mystery adventure and is working on some other secret projects.

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

I don’t have time for social media, being far too busy with cat stuff, such as playing, napping, eating, meditating… did I mention playing? But here are my author’s sites. I’m sure she’d purr if your readers stopped by!

Mollie’s Blogsite:

Mollie’s Amazon Page:

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Mollie’s Facebook Author Page:


I totally understand. The only social media I’m on is this blog. Thanks for sharing your author’s links, and best whiskers to you and Mollie on your upcoming books. Thanks also for the purrfect interview. I’m sharing your blog tour info below along with your rafflecopter.

Cat Café (Crazy Cat Lady Cozy Mystery Series)
by Mollie Hunt

About the Book

Cat Café (Crazy Cat Lady Cozy Mystery Series)

Cozy Mystery
5th in Series
Self Published (October 29, 2018)
Paperback: 330 pages
ISBN-10: 1986478955
ISBN-13: 978-1986478953
Digital ASIN: B07HKQ4TKT

A body is discovered on the floor of the cat café, and all the black cats are missing!

Sixty-something cat shelter volunteer Lynley Cannon always finds more trouble than a cat in catnip, but this time it’s not about her. Someone is targeting very senior citizens, and when Bea Landrew, elderly owner of the Blue Cat café turns up dead, Lynley’s mom Carol could be next.

Handsome Detective Devon is looking for a link between the victims when he makes a different sort of connection— with Lynley! It’s been a long time since the cat lady had romance in her life, but while her mom is in danger, the case comes first.

It appears the cat café will go the way of its deceased owner, but Bea’s grandson, a slick Miami businessman, steps in at the last minute. Arthur is not a cat person so why would he bother? Romeo, the big Russian Blue, senses ulterior motives, but who will listen to a cat?

A black cat rescue, an antique photograph, an elaborate payback. Is this killer seeking justice or vengeance? With death as the objective, the results are the same.

About the Author

Mollie Hunt & Tinkerbelle, Registered Pet Partners

Native Oregonian Mollie Hunt has always had an affinity for cats, so it was a short step for her to become a cat writer. Mollie is the author of the Crazy Cat Lady cozy mystery series, including Cats’ Eyes, Copy Cats, Cat’s Paw, Cat Call, and Cat Café. The series features Portland native Lynley Cannon, a sixty-something cat shelter volunteer who finds more trouble than a cat in catnip. Mollie also published a non-cat mystery, Placid River Runs Deep, which delves into murder, obsession, and the challenge of chronic illness in bucolic southwest Washington. Two of her short cat stories have been published in anthologies, one of which, The Dream Spinner, won the prestigious CWA Muse Medallion this year.

Mollie is a member of the Oregon Writers’ Colony, Sisters in Crime, Willamette Writers, the Cat Writers’ Association, and the Northwest Independent Writers Association. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband and a varying number of cats. Like Lynley, she is a grateful shelter volunteer.

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Sneaky Interviews CeeBee from Flower Power Fatality, the first Psychedelic Spy Mystery by Sally Carpenter

Sneaky here with another pawsome interview of a pet character. Today, it’s my pleasure to cat chat with a cozy mystery cat whose current book, Flower Power Fatality, is on tour with Escape with Dollycas Into a Good Book.

Meow there. What is your name and your author’s name?

I’m a black neutered cat named Ceebee (short for cat burglar) and my author is Sally Carpenter

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

I’m the real star, not the humans, of “Flower Power Fatality,” a humorous retro-cozy series.

Wow, Meow. I love cozies. They’re my favorite genre, but I have no idea what a retro-cozy is, so I can’t wait for you to explain. Please tell us more.

“FPF” is the first book in the Psychedelic Spy series set in 1967 in Yuletide, Indiana, a small rural town in Southern Indiana.

Sounds purrfect. I love a new series. My first book was A Stone’s Throw, and my author is editing #4 right now. Your series sounds like a winner to me.

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


 My author has waited on several black cats over the years. Their names are Pretty Kitty, Snuggles, Felix, Gabby, Outdoor Kitty and Boots, the only one still on her first life. Some of the things I do are based on the other cats.

Debbie has had many cats, too. I’m based on her Oliver, a Siamese she dearly loved who went to Rainbow Bridge this past November.

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

My two most important scenes are spoilers, so I’ll talk about meeting Mommy when she comes home from work.

Noelle turned onto to a two-lane country road, expertly dodging the potholes. . .  She pulled onto the gravel driveway that wound past the main house and went deep into the wooded acreage. . . .

At the sound of her car engine, a fat black cat ran from the woods. Noelle slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting the animal as it stopped smack in front of the car. Exasperated, she rolled down the window and poked out her head.

“Ceebee! Will you move! I have to park!”

The cat stared, the headlights reflecting in its yellow eyes.

“Don’t make me come out there and get you!”

They’d played this game many times before. Noelle threw the stick shift into park, stepped out of the car and pushed up the garage door. Then she picked up the cat and deposited him on the passenger seat. Ceebee clawed the car seat. Noelle parked the Bug inside the garage as the rain blew in. With purse and cat in hand, she pulled down the garage door and hurried along the concrete walkway to the front door, ducking her head to keep the rain out of her face. She had the foresight earlier in the day to leave on the porch light so she could see the way after dark. Ceebee jumped from her arms and pressed against the screen door so she couldn’t open it. Noelle yanked the door open hard enough to push Ceebee aside, then held the screen door open with her hip so she could unlock the front door. Ceebee rubbed on her legs and fussed.

“All right, I can’t feed you until I get inside, okay?”

Once the door was open, the feline raced inside and left watery paw prints across the linoleum floor. The actress shut the door and snapped on the ceiling light as Ceebee yowled.

“Will you hush! Can I at least get my raincoat off?”

More meowing from Ceebee. He pawed at her legs.

“Don’t get your muddy paws on my boots!” She dropped her purse on the coffee table in the living room. “All right, I’ll feed your bottomless pit. Honestly, if you’re so hungry, go catch a mouse.”

Noelle headed for the kitchenette with the cat on her heels. She opened a wall cabinet and removed a frosted white Tupperware container full of dry cat chow. She filled a ceramic cat bowl with chow as Ceebee bounced around her ankles. After she set the bowl on the floor, Ceebee dug in. Noelle leaned over to pet him.

“Yeww! You’re soaking wet! Couldn’t you go inside your cathouse and stay dry? Silly poo!”

Her dad had built a little wooden house outside where Ceebee could escape the cold Hoosier winters, but during rainstorms the cat preferred to sit under a tree. Noelle pulled some paper towels off the wooden towel rack and wiped Ceebee. The cat purred as he inhaled the food.

“How’s my little cat burglar, huh? Did you have fun running around outside?” She had named him Ceebee because of his tendency to snatch anything that wasn’t nailed down. . . .

Noelle finished off the hot cocoa and tossed the mail onto the growing stack of newspapers, magazines and envelopes atop the coffee table. She scooped Ceebee off the sofa.

“Time for your lesson.”

She fetched a bag of cat treats from the kitchenette and squatted on the floor. Ceebee sat facing her. Holding a treat in her left hand, Noelle held out her right hand. “Shake.” The cat raised his right paw level with her hand. Noelle shook the paw and held out the treat, which he gulped down. Noelle repeated the command and Ceebee obeyed each time.

“Good boy! I’ll take you to Hollywood with me and we can be in movies together. I’ll be a big animal trainer along with Frank Inn. You can do tricks for the camera and we’ll be famous. What do you say to that?”

Ceebee raised a back leg and licked his butt.

Pawsome  (and funny) excerpt.

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

I don’t appear as much as I should in this book, but two of the things are I do are critical to the story. I get Mommy involved in the mystery, and I help her catch the villain. My author has promised me a bigger part and more treats in the next book.

Make sure she keeps her word. I had to keep nudging Debbie to get more scenes, and I even purr-suaded her to get my photo on her cover and this blog.

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

I don’t talk but I’m very vocal. When I’m hungry, I fuss. When I’m happy, I purr like a train. When Mommy takes me to the vet, I yowl. When Mommy won’t give me what I want, like more food, I have a pitiful mew.

Way to go, CeeBee.

What advice would you give other cat characters?

Be an indoor-outdoor cat. I live in the country near a lot of trees, so I go prowling and hunting every day. Sometimes I catch “presents” for Mommy. She stores them in her trashcan so she can eat them later, I guess. I run around in my domain, or I just curl up under a tree and sleep. Sometimes I come back with ticks and burrs in my fur, but Mommy picks them out. She’s a good Mommy.

I’m mostly indoors in our Cobble Cove books. I live in the library. I got out once in Written in Stone, but I turned up safe and led my humans to an important clue.

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

My author feels she has get her first book, “The Baffled Beatlemaniac Caper,” back in print this fall before she starts writing the next book about me. She has warped priorities. Nothing is more important than writing about cats. She has promised that in the next book I’ll do spy stuff along with my book Mommy.

Well, Debbie likes to alternate her series with standalone mysteries or romances. Even though they all have at least one cat in them, they’re not me. She also just reprinted Cloudy Rainbow, her very first romance novel. But I got her back on track and editing our 4th mystery now.

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

My author’s email is Her webpage is She’s on Facebook at

Wonderful. I will make sure to let our readers know, so they can follow her and you. Best whiskers to your both on your new series and upcoming spy adventures. For those following your tour who want to enter the rafflecopter, here’s the link.