Chicks for Miss Kitty

“Chicks!” Miss Kitty chattered when she saw the colorful cover of Chick Stories, a memoir by Patti M. Walsh that her housemate Tania had brought home. A bird-lover—especially the backyard-type—Miss Kitty began pawing through the pages. But her upright tail drooped a bit as her excitement turned to consternation. Locking eyes with Tania, her questionContinue reading “Chicks for Miss Kitty”

Two-Fer Maneuvers

When Augie’s feline friend Crimcou (crem-koo) saw the Two-For-One promotion for Ghost Girl, she thought it meant she’d read Ghost Girl with Augie. “Don’t be silly,” Augie scoffed. Although he’s an astute reader who knows a bargain when he sees one, it was his grandmother, Ginger Wakem, author of Promise Nothing, Tell No One, whoContinue reading “Two-Fer Maneuvers”

Cameo Finds Solace

When she arrived at her new home with Kacy Cooney a year ago, then-three-month-old Cameo was distressed. She didn’t know where she came from—maybe Alabama, maybe Mississippi; she didn’t know her mama—she was one of two litters nursed by one mama when the other died; she arrived at the rescue site in a Chick-fil-A drinkContinue reading “Cameo Finds Solace”

On Vacation with the Estrogen Club

Peanut Hartofelis is surrounded by males—two cats and a dog as brothers; a cousin dog; and a cat and a dog who live with grandparents. She gets along quite nicely with the pack, but sometimes she craves female company.  “The Estrogen Club!” She purred aloud with anticipation of female companionship when she saw the novelContinue reading “On Vacation with the Estrogen Club”

Molly and the Feline Siam

When Siam arrived in our household, he let us know he didn’t belong. “I want to be a terrifying tiger,” he mewed from what has become his favorite spot on the sun-drenched ottoman. His voice was so high-pitched I almost couldn’t hear it. Could it be that I imagined it? While I pondered that possibility,Continue reading “Molly and the Feline Siam”

Catatonic Mafia Dreams

Not that he wants to be an assassin or even a low-class goon, but when Beamer Baclawski heard that Ginger Wakem’s book, Trust No One, Promise Nothing features the mafia, he couldn’t wait to get his paws on it and nose into it. Call it mafia envy. Or attribute it to the mouser’s fascination withContinue reading “Catatonic Mafia Dreams”

Waiting for Angels

“Angels?” Miss Kitty asked when I suggested she might like Odyssey of Angels by Joan La Blanc. She accepted the book and then looked at me with more antipathy than confusion. “I thought you meant the Christmas kind. You know, with wings and harps. I’m ready for mistletoe and holly. Not nurses on a mission.”Continue reading “Waiting for Angels”