Traveling Dog Lady

Friday, November 2, 2018

Cat Café Book Launch Blog Hop

*This is NOT a sponsored post. I did receive a free copy of Mollie Hunt's new e-book Cat Café The 5th Crazy Cat Lady Cozy Mystery so I could write this interview and book review. 


Hello dearest readers! It sure has been a long time since I've posted, and I have much to tell... but not today!

Today, I am grateful to Mollie Hunt for including me in her blog hop to launch her latest book Cat Café - The 5th Crazy Cat Lady Cozy Mystery  featuring crazy cat lady, shelter volunteer and super sleuth, Lynley Cannon, and her mom, Carol, of course, as trouble brews at a Portland, Oregon tea house, and of course they eventually solve a mystery.  Here's a synopsis of the plot line:

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.



Cat Café launched October 29th, and I urge you to leap off your window perch and get it as soon as you can. I honestly couldn't put it down. I spent a couple weeks reading it at night in bed, and let me tell you it was tempting to read it all in one sitting, but I savored it, like a good cup of tea.

I had the disadvantage of not having read the previous four books in the series (where have I been?), but it didn't matter because Mollie writes in such a way that you can pick up the book and just pounce right on into the story. Mollie herself even says the books need not be read in order.

If you haven't read them already, I encourage everyone to grab all FIVE books, cuddle up with your favorite feline, and start reading. Winter is coming, after all. Hey, maybe a great holiday gift for somebody to give you!

Here are links to the first four books, available on Amazon:

Cats' Eyes (Crazy Cat Lady Cozy Mystery Series Book 1) Look what the cat dragged in! When Lynley’s old kitty Fluffo discovers a stolen uncut diamond, Lynley finds herself accused of murdering the thieves.

Copy Cats (Crazy Cat Lady Cozy Mystery Series Book 2)  When Lynley exposes a breed cat counterfeiting ring, she becomes the target of a serial killer who murders with a grisly cat-like claw.

Cat's Paw (Crazy Cat Lady Cozy Mystery Series Book 3)  Two suspicious deaths at an elite art retreat send Lynley running back to Portland, but murder follows in her wake.

Cat Call (Crazy Cat Lady Cozy Mystery Series Book 4)  Lynley takes over as cat handler for a TV pilot only to find the show is hexed and murder is waiting in the wings.

Aren't those titles and plot descriptions grrrrreat?!



And now, without further ado, I would like to share my recent interview with author Mollie Hunt:


Author Mollie Hunt and her cat Tinkerbelle

Since I'm working backwards, reading the 5th book in your series first (I promise, I will catch up afterwards!), I wanted to know what inspired you to include "cat facts" at the beginning of each chapter?
Thanks for bringing that up, Kathleen. I personally enjoy epigraphs in books; they give us a little something extra, a teaser before we dive into the new chapter text. Being a cat shelter volunteer and very much into cat health and welfare, I thought epigraphs were the perfect chance to impart educational information about cats without lecturing within the story. Topics broached in the book, such as TNR, kidney disease, and the plight of black cats in the shelter system deserve further discussion, and the epigraphs work well for that.
Have you used this feature in all five books, or is this unique to the Cat Café  story?
I’ve included epigraphs from the start, though I don’t remember consciously deciding to do it. It just sort of morphed into being when I was writing Cats’ Eyes, the first in the series.
You even manage to weave in this same kind of information in the dialogue and storytelling of the plot itself! 
I must admit in the first few books, my epigraphs were more random, something I found interesting about cats. (One of my personal favorites is: “If you think you smell cat pee, you probably do.” Cat’s Paw, Chapter 23.) Then it came to me that if I tied the epigraph in with the story, it would make more sense and have more impact.
It's a great way to educate the cat-loving public, while entertaining readers at the same time. Brilliant!

With the photograph of Carol and her friends as teenagers as the centerpiece of this story, I have to know if a photo of someone in your life sparked the idea. I ask because I am packing up my house to move, and found all of my parents' photos in the process. 
No, not directly, but I am blessed (or cursed) with caretaking the bulk of my family’s ephemera, including numerous photographs going all the way back to the civil war. But looking back on the past isn’t always a pleasant experience. Here, Lynley’s mom Carol in confronted with the photo:
….she upended the envelope and slipped its contents into her lap, a grainy eight-by-ten photograph sandwiched between squares of cardboard backing.
Her hand froze midair as she stared at the photo. So quickly as to be clumsy, she shoved it back into its packing and clasped it to her breast.
“What is it, Mum? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Without speaking, she rose and quick-stepped out of the room. A minute later, I heard her bedroom door open then shut with a slam.
“What just happened?” Devon asked me.
I shrugged, clueless.
“Did you see what was in the photograph?”
“No, not really. People. Black and white. It looked old.”
We both turned to the hallway as if my mother might suddenly reappear to explain her actions.
She didn’t.
Candy came in from the kitchen, a tray of drinks and wine glasses filled with rich, cinnamony rice pudding. She stopped in confusion when she saw Carol’s empty place. Then she sighed and pasted on a big smile.
“Refreshments, anyone?”
Cat Café, chapter 11.




I found it interesting that the generation is "our parents" (those in their 80s right now) and "us" (boomers), so I am curious if maybe you were going through photos one day, found one of 80-somethings as a teenagers, and that inspired you.
Sometimes I take it for granted that everyone knows what their parents looked like throughout their lives, but it isn’t true. The fact that I have photos of parents, grandparents, and even some great grandparents from babies all the way through to old age is exceptional. One of my favorite photos is of my mother in college with long hair tumbling down her back doing yoga. I certainly never saw her that way.

Since I am 66, the idea of a parent in their 80s  seemed fitting. 80-somethings don’t get nearly enough face-time in current stories.

They sure don't! It's great that you're featuring that generation in your series.
Since you live in Portland, Oregon, how does your real-life location impact your writing of the Crazy Cat Lady mystery series? Do you use real places, restaurants, street names, and so forth?  Is there really a Cat Cafe nearby, for instance?
I locate my stories in Portland partially because I am proud of my town and partly because I’m lazy. The old saying, “write what you know”, applies here. I am a rare bird, a Portland native, and have watched Portland grow from a bigish town to a huge city. I can offer that experience to the advantage of my stories.
I use a mixture of real and fictional places. For example, the Belmont neighborhood, where the Blue Cat café is located, is a real place, not far from my own home. The businesses— Cupcake City , The Florist Shop, and alas, the Blue Cat— are entirely fictional. Coincidentally a bookstore called Belmont Books just opened up a few weeks ago, and it’s very near the location of the bookstore in Cat Café!

Your stories are reminiscent of a few other series I'm familiar with.  It's "Murder She Wrote meets Sue Grafton's alphabet mysteries". And I mean this as a compliment! I wish I could write fiction, my attempts have always become too obviously autobiographical. Are any parts of your characters autobiographical, and if you don't mind sharing, which ones?
My hero, Lynley Cannon, is indeed semi-autobiographical. Beyond age and demographics, Lynley and I are both Trekkies, both have an anxiety disorder, and both love volunteering and fostering cats. Lynley is much more outgoing than I am, however, and she has a lot more cats.
Other characters vary, some being based on people I know or have known, and some being purely fictional. Thankfully, all the villains are fictional!

Like you and Lynley, I too have anxiety disorder, love volunteering and [living with] cats. Not fostering yet... I still have too many of my own.
In the case where the themes and characters aren't autobiographical, how did the ideas come to you? Songwriters say they sometimes get a "muse" that visits them and they act on that and can't help but write the songs -- they just seem to "flow" and they can't stop it (and wouldn't try!). Is it that same process occurring when you create characters and plot lines for your fictional series?
Yes, that very well describes my writing process. I compare it to reading, only slower. The words come, as if on a page. Often they are accompanied by pictures which I see vividly and can then describe in detail. I usually begin a book with something very basic, such as the title and tagline, and then the story blossoms on its own from there.

With Cat Café, all I knew when I sat down with my laptop was that I wanted to write about a cat café. That’s it. A year later, it is a book.

As to characters, they have a life of their own. Scary, isn’t it?

Not at all! I love it! 
What projects are you working on next? Can we expect Crazy Cat Lady mystery number 6 any time soon?
I’m working on the third draft of Crazy Cat Lady #6, Cosmic Cat (“When a superhero cosplayer falls to his death at a comic con, Lynley is left holding the bag— and a cat!”), as well as the second run-through of a Christmas novella, Cat Noel, (“Lynley finds new meaning in Christmas when a wiccan’s familiar is cat-napped before the winter solstice festival and Lynley becomes her only hope.”), both of which I intend to publish next year. I’m on chapter eight of book #7, Cat Conundrum (“A locked room. A dead man. The cat is the only witness, and he isn’t talking.”) Lynley Cannon still has a lot of tales to tell.

I can't wait to read all of them. Keep going!
What else other than that? Either writing, or other projects and passions...
Of note, I am working on something completely different, the Cat Seasons tetralogy, a fantasy sci-fi series where cats save the world. I’ve finished the first book, Cat Summer (“Can one person change the world? Yes, with the help of a few stalwart cats.”) and am sending it to a publisher soon.
I am also putting together a book of cat poems, but I’m still looking for a title and can’t move ahead until I’ve found one. The only title I’ve come up with is Cat Poems, and there are already many volumes by that name. I need something fresh. Any ideas?


Meow! You are busy! How about "Purrfect Poetry"?! (lol!)
Moving along....What can you tell me about yourself that most people don't know? Or... are you an open book? (sorry! pun fully intended!)
I really am an open book, as you so aptly put it. At this point in my life, I mostly hang out in my house and write.
Briefly, I was born in Portland and grew up in the house my great grandfather built. At sixteen, I fell in with hippies and moved to British Columbia, where I stayed for ten years. Coming back to Portland, I got a degree in commercial art and became not-so-gainfully self-employed. In 1994, I took up writing again after a 30-year hiatus; in 1997, I married my soulmate; and in 2006, I began volunteering for the Oregon Humane Society. To sum up my life, books and cats covers the most of it.
I totally appreciate that. I think if I were stranded on a deserted island, books and cats would make it all ok.
Many thanks, Mollie for writing such great books, and for taking the time to be interviewed by Traveling Dog Lady and fellow crazy cat lady.
And thank you so much, Kathy, for having me over to your blogsite. I really enjoyed your questions; they made me think.
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Some additional words from Mollie Hunt:  Kathleen S. Mueller is the last stop on this week’s Cat Café Book Launch Blog Hop, but you can still visit the previous posts:

Oct. 29th- National Cat Day.
The 1st day of the hop starts with Dusty Rainbolt’s Jeffy Jeffy Bad Boy interviewing Lynley’s oldest cat, Dirty Harry. Old cats have all the secrets!
Dusty Rainbolt's Universe

Oct. 30th: Melissa Lapierre’s cat Mudpie interviews Lynley’s kitties, all 8 of them! (Little, Lynley’s favorite feline sleuth, is the spokes-cat)
Blogger, Mochas, Mysteries and Meows

Oct 31: Why Cat Café? Patricia Fry wants to know.
Catscapades

Nov. 1: Fun Questions with Amy Shojai, CABC
Amy Shojai, CABC


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Find out more about Mollie Hunt, Cat Writer:
@MollieHuntCats

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, featuring Portland native Lynley Cannon, a sixty-something cat shelter volunteer who finds more trouble than a cat in catnip. The 3rd in the series, CAT’S PAW, was a finalist for the 2016 Mystery & Mayhem Book Award. 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.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

A Southern Dog Returns to His Roots #travelwithdogs

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Hello readers, from hot, sunny South Carolina where Charlie Brown and I have just arrived after a two-day road trip. I'm sorry I have not written in a long time, but since the last time I wrote a blog post, I decided to buy a home in South Carolina, with the intention of eventually moving here. It has been a very hectic process, with lots of traveling back and forth, and complicated technicalities. That kept me from blogging, but I have been posting on Facebook and Instagram, so I hope you've been following along over there! 

Charlie in the Subaru

We left Cooper, Petey, Cali, Tux and Newman in Massachusetts with our trusted pet sitter, extraordinaire, Matt -- along with a few extra people as backup!

The drive through New York City, NJ, PA, MD and VA was pretty uneventful. We had done a drive that long together before, and I wanted to get past those cities during Day One, so we were not stuck in Friday traffic in any of those locations.

From last year's road trip to PA!

Well, unfortunately, our Motel 6 that I had booked ahead of time was not exactly ideal for a woman traveling alone with a dog. First of all, I wanted to get there before dark, and that did not happen. When I finally found the motel (it was not easy to find) it was in a pretty sketchy area all under construction. I had called the day before and specifically asked if the parking lot was lit up, was it safe for a woman traveling alone, and will there be a good area for me to walk my dog? The clerk told me "yes" to all three questions, but that was far from accurate once I got there on the scene and saw for myself.

We arrived to a completely DARK parking lot. Not one light on, and not even a sign to indicate where the entrance to the motel was. In fact, the entrance almost looked like a rehab hospital or something! There were at least half a dozen uniformed security guards (later I found out they were police), and I was totally confused. Since there was nobody else around, in a car, I chose to park in one of the SEVENTEEN handicapped-designated spots, just for the five minutes it would take to check-in to the motel. I left Charlie in the car, and no sooner did I click the lock on my key fob, when some guy who was loitering in the parking lot said, "Hey! [are]You handicapped????!" To which I replied, "No, but it's dark, and I'm just running in for a minute." He said, "You can't park there. That's handicapped."  AYKMRN? As if there are 16 other handicapped drivers lining up to get a space at Deserted Motel Dump? Honestly. I would NEVER take a handicapped space under normal circumstances. These were anything but.

I get into the motel lobby and a woman asks if she can help me. "Yes, I have a reservation. And boy am I glad to see THESE guys!" (and I point to an officer, standing right next to me). I told her there are no lights on outside, it's pitch black, and some guy just yelled at me about parking in handicapped parking. She said, "Oh him. He lives here. Just ignore him."  Oh, great. I am at a motel that people live at. Sigh.

She then proceeds to tell an associate to turn on the outside lights, while explaining to me that they had a power failure during the afternoon, and the police are on site making sure all the rooms, elevators and hallway are safe. I think she could see that this made me more than uncomfortable, because she quickly checked me in, and then walked outside with me. She helped me walk Charlie, then I re-parked my car in what turned out to be a shaded spot (I noticed the next morning), and then helped me unload our luggage. Two police officers rode up to the room in the elevator with me, and after that, I didn't leave my room until daylight. I figured, if Charlie needed to relieve himself, I'd let him do it in the room and I'd clean it up the best I could. Our room was really nice, though. And I was happy for that. Motel 6 is pet-friendly, no weight or breed restrictions, no extra fee for pets, and only $69 a night! I guess I can't complain. Once we walked around in the morning, it seemed safe "enough". Charlie even barked ferociously at a dude who was in the parking lot, so he's good protection. I whispered, "Good dog!" once the guy was out of earshot (after apologizing, on the face of it, but secretly yelling "wooo-hooooo!" in my head). 

This room is ok, Mom!
Charlie, in the Motel 6 room
 


One thing is for sure, we will not be staying there on the way back to Mass.!! If it were not for that lady, who told me she had 20 years in law enforcement under her belt, I would have high-tailed it out of there and slept in my car that night, or found another pet-friendly hotel!

The next day, from Virginia to SC was pretty boring. It's just one, long road (I-95) with not much happening. I had split the trip into equal portions by number of hours. 7 1/2 hours each day, give or take, including stops for gas, food, and rest.

We found some really pretty service areas in North Carolina, and they have great walking trails for dogs, including poop-bag stations and paths. Very safe, and easy to deal with.

I arrived at the house just as it was getting dark Friday night. My GPS took me through some corn fields which added a good hour to the trip. Really, Siri?! Won't make that mistake again. Honestly, I don't know what she was thinking [wink]. If it had not been broad daylight, I would have been flipping out driving through those areas. It was quite beautiful, and maybe it was one of those "meant to be" things, where you get to see the gorgeous countryside, even though it takes an extra hour. Just trying to see the silver lining in that cloud!

Yes, I am on the new couch.

We've been here almost a week.  It's taken Charlie almost this long to adjust to being an "only". I hadn't thought that he would get depressed, missing the two dogs and three cats that he usually fights with. But I guess that's "kids" for you!

Lemme in!
Not sure I like being an "only". I'll just stay really close by.
Well, all right, maybe it's not THAT bad. Don't have to share the couch.

Matt, my pet sitter, has been sending me texts, photos and videos of the other pets.  Last night we Skyped so I could see them in action! I miss them so much. In hindsight, and I was warned by a good friend, I realize leaving the rest of them at home was not good for either me or Charlie, emotionally. However, Matt takes really good care of them, and they LOVE him so much. He even told me that Cooper sleeps by the door, and Petey curls up with Matt, when they go to bed at night. Places, everybody! That's where they sleep when I'm home. Hey! Wait a minute! So, he's a stand-in, and it doesn't really matter to them WHO it is, as long as a human is there??? LOL!

Cooper and me, Skyping. I'm saying, "Coooop!"

Charlie and I have bonded, and it's been nice for us. However, it's been hard when I have to go out on errands, or to socialize. I feel badly leaving him alone in the house. I bought him two toys, and he runs around the house with them in his mouth. I'll look over and find him "cuddling" with a toy. Awwwww.

Thanks for the hedgehob, Mom!

It's ok, I'll just stare at this wall.

This one has TWO squeakers! 

The week has been insane with maintenance people coming to the house every five minutes, and lots of errands, shopping and appointments, trying to get the house set up. My plan is to move here permanently, eventually... but not immediately.

I know this will sound weird, but it feels like I lived here in a past life or something. I just immediately feel right at home, with a few exceptions. I know how to get to everything. Yes, I will admit it is laid out in such a way that it is easy... but it's something more than that. A feeling like I have been here before (well, I mean, I HAVE been here a few times... but you know what I mean! I think.)

Charlie, himself being from Tennessee originally, seems to not mind the heat and humidity. I feel like he's my southern dog who has returned to his roots, sort of. Tennessee isn't THAT far away.


Did you say Tennessee is not that far away?!

The sand is nice, but don't make me go in the water!
#itsahoundthing




This weekend, I have visitors coming, so that will be fun. We are just a five-minute drive to the beach. And the beach itself is very similar to our "old beach" on Cape Cod. So much so, that I sometimes look around and go, "Oh yeah.... I'm in South Carolina." Like, as if I forgot for a minute. It's so similar. I think I love that part most of all.

Until next time.....

THANKS FOR READING!!

Friday, April 13, 2018

L is for Lady Kitty #AtoZChallenge

Continuing in the theme of yesterday's post for the letter "K", today's post is devoted exclusively to the only other female living in my house.... Lady Kitty!


Lady Kitty is Cali's nickname. G named her Lady Kitty, precisely for the reason mentioned above. She is the only female pet. The only other "lady" around here other than me! LOL

I sing a song to her all the time:  "Lady Kitty, She's so pretty, She's my Lady Kitty!"

I always say, "HI LADY KITTY!" whenever I see her. Even if I just saw her five minutes ago. I love her so much. She is SO beautiful, and just a lovely little friendly feline.

When I call her, I usually use her "real" name, Cali, and she usually comes running.... but not always.






Cali.....(I mean, Lady Kitty!) and Newman follow me on my dog walks. Tux does not participate. Don't worry, we live on a dead-end dirt road and there's no traffic. We walk up and down the dirt road, and the cats walk with us. They are so funny.










K is for Kitties #AtoZChallenge

Let me tell you about my kitties!

Oh my, I have had so many cats. So many, many, many cats.

It all started out with Nigel. He was a feral manx that showed up at my childhood home one day. We kept him for a while, but... well, there's a long story. The short version is, I hugged the cat and he scratched me so badly that I almost lost my eye. Some day I'll tell the whole story, but not in this post.

Nigel






Chi-Chi




















There was a second cat that came along and lived with us, at the same time as Nigel. Her name was Chi-Chi.

Chi-Chi was my first experience with pet loss and grief. Well, I guess Nigel was, but his departure was so confusing, I never really thought of it as loss and grief.

Those two cats would, I did not know until decades later, be the catalysts (yeah, I wrote CATalysts) that started this whole thing. THIS whole thing.

Chi-Chi had a few litters of kittens. We always managed to give them away, free, with no problems. This was the 1960s and people didn't really spay or neuter then.
Slippers
After Nigel and Chi-Chi, the order of who came next is hard for me to remember. I think the next cat was Sylvester (no pictures!), and after him Slippers (aka "Hendrix" don't ask!). 

Ratsky

Idgy

When I moved out of my parents' house, the saga continued. There was a gray feral cat that had no name. He was beautiful, but he wouldn't stay put. I never did find out what happened to him. He was gorgeous.

Then, I had Idgy and Ratsky when I lived in Princeton (Mass.)


Filkin and Charlie (and Timba the dog in the background!
After that, I got Love Kitty, Filkin and Charlie. Then, all the Long View Farm cats came along. There were 20+/- of those, and most of them didn't have names. We kept three when we left the Farm: Mr. Kitty, Maggie and Louise.  Love Kitty, Filkin and Charlie, of course were still with me at the time, too; and someone "dumped" an orange cat at our house that we also ended up keeping for many years. We named him Pointy, 'cause he had the pointiest nose we'd ever seen on a cat!

So, we lived in this little, tiny house with 7 cats, one dog, and two humans! It was pretty crazy.

Love Kitty




Filkin (daughter of Love Kitty)
Pointy. He was "dumped" at our house, and became one of our favorite cats.

Mr. Kitty! One of my all-time favorite cats. He was just an amazing creature
Maggie

Believe it or not, when the last of those cats died (Maggie), I went two years without any cats. For the first, and only, time in my life... I had NO cats!!  It was weird!














G started bugging me to get a cat. I've never been able to buy just one of anything, so, I adopted THREE kittens at the same time. "Hey, I'll take three, please!" Well, you know what they say: Cats are like potato chips, you can't have just one!
Cali and Tux on the day I adopted them



Cali, Tux and Newman are still with me today, and I love them so much, I can't even put it into words. They entertain me and make me smile every day.






Homely, scrawny Newman on the day I adopted him!

Newman and Tux go paw to paw!






Bonus! One of my cats (can't remember who!) had a litter of kittens. I thought it'd be a great idea to give one of them to my mother as a gift. Please, don't give people an animal as a gift. What a dumb idea! This cat ended up with someone else in the neighborhood. I had named her Patches. She looks remarkably like my current cat, Cali.


So, K is for Kitties. Give yours a hug today!  But don't get scratched!