October 2016

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Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – Part 4
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Frank Saved My Life!
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Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – Part 3
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The Adventure They Didn’t Want
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Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – Part 2
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Book Review: CatWise by Pam Johnson-Bennett
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Herman’s Vacation at the Lake
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Dori’s Birthday Wishes
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Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait
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Herman TattleCat Raises $650 for #JDRFOneWalk

Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – Part 4

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Previously on Heaven Can Wait-Part 3

Watching the paranormal investigators and TV crew take over our house, I felt things could quickly get out of control. I went to introduce myself. “I’m Sherlock Herms, a hardboiled detective with grit in my blood.”

Ghost Guy ignored me. “Who’s next? You cutie? Which body part do you want me to sign?”

My jaw dropped as Chauncie Marie exposed her belly and Ghost Guy signed right over the fourth nipple.

A choir of screams drew our attention to the front lawn. “My fans!” Ghost Guy grabbed his jacket and slung it over his shoulder as he bound out the front door. The screams hurt my ears .

The bearded guy whose batteries died rolled his eyes. “This is getting old.” He grabbed the director’s arm. “I get paid regardless if we’re shooting or not, right?”

“Get out there Pete, and meet the fans while we set up,” the director told him.

Pete shot a dirty look at the crowd trampling our front lawn. “They aren’t here to meet me.” He headed for our kitchen. I followed.

“You got anything stronger than bottled water and almond milk?” he asked, his head inside our refrigerator.

“I think there’s beer in the lettuce crisper.” I watched while he drank one of Dad’s brewski’s and ate a cold leg of fried chicken. “Dori called Ghost Guy because of the problem in our attic.”

“What kind of problem?” Pete finished the leg and tossed it onto the counter where one of my fursibs could get it.

I jumped onto the counter to paw it into the sink and cover it with a dish cloth. “Well, there’s a bottom rung demon behind the bookcase, and some kind of monster with bad indigestion lurking under the couch. My friend Charley is missing; he’s a ghost. I was hoping you could find him. Oh! And my calico sisfur has been possessed by a thick mist that turned her fur black.”

Pete stared at me. “Come again?”

“There’s a demon behind the book—”

Pete flew from the kitchen, up the stairs to my mom’s author office at the top. “Where’s the attic?” I heard him ask Mom as I arrived.

She had the police on the phone, but hung up when she saw me. “What’s going on, Herms? Who are these people?”

“Ghost hunters,” I told her. “Pete. In there.” As he closed my office door behind him, I said to Mom, “Dori thought we needed help finding Charley.”

She sighed. “I hope they find him before your dad gets home from work.”

My office door abruptly opened and Pete stepped out, his face a bit whiter behind his beard. “We’re gonna need a bigger boat.” He flew down the stairs, his voice reaching a new octave while calling for Ghost Guy.

And now…Part 4

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Frank Saved My Life!

tattlecat-chat-logo-on-chairI was in the middle of writing my weekly column when something scary happened to my little sisfur. I read somewhere that talking about upsetting things helps to release the fear so it doesn’t…you know. Bore others by talking about it. So I thought it would be a good idea for Dori to write about it and get it out of her system so I don’t have to hear about it after today.

So please welcome my guest columnist, Dori, who will share a traumatic event that may scar her for life. Or at least until tomorrow. ~ Herman!!!

Dori: I was traumatized the othdori-celebrating-lifeer day in my very own backyawd! But Fwank came to my rescue. Fwank saved my life!

It all began when I went into the yawd to enjoy the sunshine with my brofurs Fwank and Opie. Mom was busy working at the table, but she checked on us every few minutes.

To be honest, in the past I’ve had poor listening skills. I think I may have Attenshun Deffy-sit Dis-odor. Mom always tells me to stay in the yawd. To not jump on the fence. “But Mom!” I argue. “Fwank gets to jump the fence!”

Mom makes an excuse for him, saying he’s older and has something called street smarts that I’m severely lacking as I was only 3 months old when I was adopted.

Herman: Hey Dori! Get to the point. You have 500 words and you’re halfway through them.

Dori: Ohhh-kay. Well, I kinda forgot on purpose about keeping all four paws on the ground, and I decided to climb a twee in the corner where I’d seen my daddy, Nikolas, sitting on a ledge. When I got up there I was shocked to see a whole new world on the other side of the fence. There was caws and bushes and gwass and gawbage cans…

Herman: You now have less than 200 words.

Dori: Suddenly! I felt something gwab my collar and wrap itself around my neck, CHOKING ME! While I quietly struggled in despurration, Mom stepped outside and started to do roll-call. Suddenly! Fwank hauled tail over to the corner of the yawd where I was quietly DYING in the tree. Mom thought it very stwange of Frank to do that, so she followed to see what he was looking at. That’s when she saw me. At first she thought I was trying to get down cuz I’d been caught on top of the fence. But then she saw the vine that had wrapped itself around my froat and was CHOKING ME!

Herman: Less than 100 words.

Dori: While I made Gak! Gak! Gak! sounds in my froat, Mom tried to break the vine’s death gwip on me. Her hands were bleeding! Not weally, but my story might be made into a mewvee and blood draws a huge audience.

Herman: Less than 50…

Dori: If Fwank hadn’t run to the corner to show Mom where I was DYING…I could have CHOKED to DEATH! Fwank is my Hero! He’s the best brofur–”

Herman: And we’re out of time! Until next Tuesday, stay off the fence and enjoy a Wonderpurr week!

Herman!!!

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Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – Part 3

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Previously on Heaven Can Wait-Part 2

“I want YOU,” Demon Loud Lady shrieked. “I’m here for YOU so Charley will come to your rescue, and then I will GET Charley!”

This was the a-ha! moment I’d been looking for. “Vivian, you need to get over your fixation on Charley. He’s moved on. You should too.”

“I want my house,” she roared in a dark voice that scared my whiskers straight. “He stopped me from coming back inside.” She abruptly shoved her face against her side of the bookcase, causing the upper half of my body to jerk back while my feet remain planted on the couch. “You helped him. If you don’t give me back my house, I will get you my pretty kitty, and your little sister too!”

Dori moaned behind me, but I didn’t dare react. She wanted our house. What would Mom and Dad say? And if Loud Lady didn’t have Charley—who did?

“Vivian. You’re in hell. Century 21 doesn’t sell real estate to bottom rung demons. Get over it. This house belongs to us now.”

The bookcase began to smoke. The room temperature plunged, ice cold. My whiskers sparked with electricity. My fur stood on end.

Jack murmured, “It just got creepy in here.”

I turned to see Opie by the door with Dori in his arms, her claws in his neck. Jack sat on the edge of the couch beside me, staring at a black mist seeping from the floor cracks, swirling around Candy who sat watching it as though in a trance.

“If I can’t have this house,” Loud Lady squealed, “then no one can!”

“Gotta go, Viv.” I slammed the book back into place, cutting off her outrage as the mist swirled around my sister. It didn’t drift or billow, though it moved like smoke. It looked more like a dense dark cloud shifting shape. It hovered around Candy for a few seconds, then disappeared inside her. Before our eyes Candy’s fur turned from autumn calico colors to blackest black.

“Mom’s gonna be really mad when she finds out,” I said after a moment. “Any idea what that was?”

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And now Part 3

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The strange mist had turned Candy’s calico markings to coal black and her lovely golden eyes were now pea soup green. Mom would have a meltdown when she saw her kitten—not that my mom doesn’t like black cats; she has four. However she did have issues with her cats being possessed by woo-woo stuff like black mists.

“I’m late for my nap.” Jack zoomed from my office with Opie hot on his tail.

I saw Dori standing by the door. “You gonna leave too?” I asked. I could see indecision in her eyes. But then she surprised me. She kicked the door shut.

“We got twouble, Hwermie. Chawley is missing. Loud Lady is stinking up our office. Da couch monster is eating my tweats. And now Candy…” Dori gestured to the mist swirling in and out of our baby sisfur who appeared to be in a trance. “I think we should call a pwofessional.”

I took a gamble. “Ghostbusters?”

Dori shook her head. “Ghost Guy!”

“Who?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.” Dori headed for the door.

“We can’t leave Candy.”

“She’s awright,” Dori insisted just as Candy burped a smoke curl. “We won’t be gone long.”

Downstairs Dori pawed the TV remote to the Spooky Stuff channel just as Ghost Guy’s TV show was starting.

Dori nuzzled Ghost Guy’s image on the TV screen, “Isn’t he Wonderpurr?”

More like a posturing poser, but I bit my tongue. Clearly my little sisfur thought otherwise.

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“Ghost Guy will help us get rid of Loud Lady and find Chawley.”

“Honey, we might need help, but I’m not sure he’s—”

“He’s available,” Dori inpurr-rupted. “I alweady asked.”

I was going to say authentic, but I let it slide. Wait. “You already asked? Asked what?”

“If Ghost Guy could come to our house.”

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I whirled to see a shadow lurking through the curtained front door window. No!

Dori licked her paw and then flicked it through her whiskers. “Do I look purrfect? First impwessions are lasting impwessions.”

“Dori! You didn’t hire him, did you?”

“Hwermie! Chawley’s soul is in danger.” She scampered to the front door just as her hero kicked it open.

“This may be THE MOST HAUNTED HOUSE in America!” Ghost Guy exclaimed in an unnecessarily loud, melodramatic voice that made Dori flip backwards, ass over ears.

“Hey, Guy. Wait till the cameras get set up.” A slick director-type edged past the ghost hunter into our foyer with three child-size cameramen on his heels. One stepped on my tail. “Okay! Take two!”

Ghost Guy slipped back outside, only to kick the door open a second time. “This may be THE MOST HAUNTED HOUSE in America!”

As Ghost Guy and his TV crew invaded our home, I had to agree with Dori. First impressions are definitely lasting impressions.

Mom flew down the stairs to confront the film crew. “Who the hell are you people, and what did you do to my front door?”

Standing maybe an inch taller than Mom, Ghost Guy planted his feet apart in an aggressive stance, drawing my attention to his pointy toed dress boots with their two-inch heels. As a cameraman knelt to shoot up at him, he stripped off his leather jacket to reveal a crisp white shirt a size too small designed to make him appear like he had muscles. “I’m Ghost Guy,” he said to my mom, not removing his sunglasses. “I’m here to rid your home of its demon infestation.”

For a moment I thought Mom was gonna laugh. Then she said, “I’m calling the police.” She ran upstairs for her phone.

“Ghost Guy.” Dori tugged on his pant leg.

He patted her head. “Nice kitty.” He pulled out a pocket size tape recorder. “There is some scary but awesome dark energy lurking in the corners. EXPOSE YOURSELF!”

His shout knocked me on my tail while Dori zoomed under the couch.

“Uh, Guy?” The director waved to get his attention. “The network big shots are pretty adamant about you not saying that anymore. Their wives think it sounds suggestive.”

“Oh my God!” Everyone looked at the dark haired bearded guy in a zip-up sweatshirt. “My batteries just drained. Dude! I put them in five minutes ago. I swear!”

Ghost Guy abruptly bent over, grabbing his neck. “Gak! I’m…being…CHOKED!” He fell to his knees with one of the cameramen looming over him for a money shot.

“Cut!” The director jammed his fists into his hips. “Guy! How many times do I have to remind you? You need to establish contact with the demons before they choke you.”

Guy stopped emoting and rolled to his feet. “Who wants my autograph?”

Dori zoomed from under the couch. Peaches, Gidget and Chauncie Marie scampered in from the kitchen, giggling behind their paws. Only Candy didn’t line up as she was up in my attic being possessed by a shadow monster.

Watching the paranormal investigators and TV crew take over our house, I felt things could quickly get out of control. I went to introduce myself. “I’m Sherlock Herms, a hardboiled detective with grit in my blood.”

Ghost Guy ignored me. “Who’s next? You cutie? Which body part do you want me to sign?”

My jaw dropped as Chauncie Marie exposed her belly and Ghost Guy signed right over the fourth nipple.

A choir of screams drew our attention to the front lawn. “My fans!” Ghost Guy slung his jacket over his shoulder as he bound out the front door. The screams hurt my ears .

The bearded guy whose batteries died rolled his eyes. “This is getting old.” He grabbed the director’s arm. “I get paid regardless if we’re shooting or not, right?”

“Get out there Pete, and meet the fans while we set up,” the director told him.

Pete shot a dirty look at the crowd trampling our front lawn. “They aren’t here to meet me.” He headed for our kitchen. I followed.

“You got anything stronger than bottled water and almond milk?” he asked, his head inside our refrigerator.

“I think there’s beer in the lettuce crisper.” I watched while he drank one of Dad’s brewski’s and ate a cold leg of fried chicken. “Dori called Ghost Guy because of the problem in our attic.”

“What kind of problem?” Pete finished the leg and tossed it onto the counter where one of my fursibs could get it.

I jumped onto the counter to paw it into the sink and cover it with a dish cloth. “Well, there’s a bottom rung demon behind the bookcase, and some kind of monster with bad indigestion lurking under the couch. My friend Charley is missing; he’s a ghost. I was hoping you could find him. Oh! And my calico sisfur has been possessed by a thick mist that turned her fur black.”

Pete stared at me. “Come again?”

“There’s a demon behind the book—”

Pete flew from the kitchen, then up the stairs to my mom’s author office at the top. “Where’s the attic?” I heard him ask Mom as I arrived.

She had the police on the phone, but hung up when she saw me. “What’s going on, Herms? Who are these people?”

“Ghost hunters,” I told her. “Pete. In there.” As he closed my office door behind him, I said to Mom, “Dori thought we needed help finding Charley.”

She sighed. “I hope they find him before your dad gets home from work.”

My office door abruptly opened and Pete stepped out, his face a bit whiter behind his beard. “We’re gonna need a bigger boat.” He flew down the stairs, his voice reaching a new octave while calling for Ghost Guy.

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I wonder what spooked Ghost Guy’s partner, Pete? There weren’t any cameras rolling, so I don’t think he was acting for a TV audience. You know those show-biz types.

Be sure to come back Friday for Part 4 of Heaven Can Wait.

Need to catch up with my Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries? The links to all the Season 1 Case Notes are listed on the Archive Page (see upper tab on far right). If you missed Part 1 of Heaven Can Wait, click here. For Part 2, click here.

Until next Friday…Have a Wonderpurr Week.

Purrs! Herman!!!

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The Adventure They Didn’t Want

Herman Site Icon 512x512pxIt all began Monday morning when I wanted to go for a walk. I am not the patient type when it’s a beautiful day and I’m in the mood to stretch my legs. I wanted out.

NOW!

Mom was at her desk. I threw myself down at her foots and emoted until she dragged her attention away from editing our next purranormal mystery. “I’m on a tight deadline,” she told me. “We are leaving town and I need to get two episodes written before we leave.”

I’m a cat. I care nuffin about deadlines. I went to the door where I saw sunshine and glorious blue skies. I yowled. I howled. I purrformed a hissy fit that could quite possibly net me a Blogpaws award for Best Cat in a Feline Drama .

It didn’t work. So I went to Plan B.

Plan B is me sitting behind Mom’s chair, moaning and talking to myself. Non-stop. For as long as it takes.

“Okay. Okay!” She put me in my Gen7Pets Regal stroller and out the door we went. Like I said, it was a glorious sunshiny day with blue skies and bird singing and flowers blooming…well, not much since it’s mid-Octopurr, but still–it was a real nice day. Especially cuz I got my own way.

Suddenly, Mom stopped pushing my Ride. “Frank! Go home!”

I peeked around my Ride to see my tabby brofur jogging along behind us. “I wanna come too,” he yowled, huffing and puffing cuz he has a tubby tummy.

He soon caught up with us, and then flopped down in front of me.

See what I mean?

Anyway, we rode along as usual, heading for the pond. I could see Frank was losing his enthusiasm for joining us on our walk. He began veering off onto the grass, and would stop and look behind us as our house got smaller and smaller in the distance.

“Did you bring a snack?” I asked. “And your hiking boots?”

“A snack? Hiking boots?” Frank looked pretty worried now. “Just how far are we going?”

“To the ends of the earth, my friend. If you didn’t bring your boots, your paws will probably fall off.”

I hid my snicker behind my paws. I’m a nice guy…except when someone intrudes on my walk with my mom.

“I don’t have any boots. I didn’t bring a snack!” Frank jogged along side my stroller. “Can I ride with you? Did you bring enough snacks for both of us?”

I squinted into the fragrant breeze as we rounded the corner. “Better turn back now. You’ve been warned.”

Suddenly, the garage monster that lived on the corner roared to life. I watched Frank flattened himself on the road. As the giant maw of the monster widened, Frank looked like he was ready to burst into tears.

“I warned you,” I whispered. I expected him to run home with his tail between his legs.

Instead he roared ahead at a full gallop, past the garage monster, past the pond, straight over the hill and down into the creek.

“Frank!” Mom hollered after him.

“He’s okay,” I purred. “Now where were we? Oh! We were going for a long sunshiny walk.”

Mom spun my Ride around and hustled me back to the house. Then she went back out. I knew she was going after Frank. Brofurs can be such a pain in the floofy tail!

Later when she returned with Frank under her arm, I pretended to be asleep. But I kept an ear perked for the gossip.

“I expected to have to hunt for him,” I overheard Mom tell Dad when he got home. “But the minute I called his name, he answered. He was under the bridge, freaking out. I really thought he would know how to get home. It’s only four houses away. But he looked scared and was hunkered down. I called him and he ran up the embankment. I’ve never seen him so upset! As I carried him home, I whispered to him, ‘I’ll always come for you, Frank. I’ll always find you.'”

Hearing that made me throw up a little in my mouth. Purrsonally, I think he behaved like a big baby. I mean, what was the fuss? I guess not every cat is a savvy world traveler like me. So sad.

Hope you enjoy a Wonderpurr week!

Purrs! Herman!!!

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Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – Part 2

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Previously on Sherlock Herms…Heaven Can Wait – Part 1.

“Nooo!” Dori howled. Tears wetted her whiskers.

“What?” I ran to her. “What’s wrong?”

She pointed to the couch. “My tweats are gone. The couch monster eated them—again!”

We stared at the darkness under my couch. Then…

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Dori flung herself at the couch. “Yoo gimme back my tweats! I need to review them for Chewy.com.”

I went to pull Dori off the couch. No telling what kind of mood the couch monster was in. He’d been pretty passive, but…

From the corner of my eye I saw something move, and turned just as Evil Paranormal Stuff fell to the floor from the third shelf on my bookcase. Frozen with fear, I forgot Dori and her couch nemesis as I watched the bookcase shake like it was under attack.

Oh My Cod! The demon Loud Lady was trying to escape!

I felt Dori’s claws in my neck as she wrapped herself around me. Together we widdled our floofy britches. That was a mistake. Before our eyes the demon grew scarier and stronger from our reaction. I had to take control.

“Where is Charley?” I yowled. “Give him back!”

Demon Loud Lady howled from behind the bookcase, causing Dori to climb onto my back and sob.

“You give Charley back,” I snarled. “He wants to go to Heaven!”

“Heaven can wait!” Loud Lady screamed. “I have your precious Charley in Hell!”

And then she stuck her arm right out of the bookcase!

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And now…Part 2

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Book Review: CatWise by Pam Johnson-Bennett

CatWise-Americas-Favorite-Cat-Expert-Answers-Your-Cat-Behavior-Questions-0Pam Johnson-Bennett, Certified Cat Behavior Consultant with thirty years of observing and advising experience, has written what I now consider my favorite Go-To-Bible on cat behavior. With credentials like behavior consultant for Cats Magazine, Cat Fancy’s Cat Channel, Catster, plus her U.K. series Psycho Kitty for Animal Planet, Pam clearly has a firm paw on understanding what makes our kitties hiss and purr.

CatWise answers your questions from training your kitten with Boot Camp Basics, to Litter Box Etiquette (in a chapter called Stinking Outside the Box – love it!) to Animal House – keeping peace when its reigning cats and dogs – to Old Friends, making the most of their golden years.

I consulted all of the above chapters and despite my umpteen years steeped in everything feline, I learned something new.

This book would be the purrrfect (sorry) gift for a newbie cat owner, but also for someone like me. Despite a lifetime of experience in a multi-cat home, my cats are still finding ways to tell me I don’t know everything.

CatWise is available October 18, 2016, just in time to kick off your Christmas shopping for the cat people in your life.

I received an unsolicited copy of CatWise free-of-charge from Penguin Random House publisher. My opinion regarding this book is my own, and not in any way influenced by Penguin Random House or author.

 

Herman’s Vacation at the Lake

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by Herman TattleCat

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The lake was big.

The lake was wet.

It smelled like fish.

The End

Grab your popcorn noms…it’s time for a Home Mew-Vee

Thank you for watching my Home Mew-Vee! Please come back on Friday for the next Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries, Episode 2:

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Dori’s Birthday Wishes

Today is Dori’s 4th birthday. And what does Dori want for her birthday? Treats, of course! Coincidentally, Chewy.com sent us a box of Wishes made by The Honest Kitchen, the makers of Smittens, Dori’s favorite treats. Naturally she was excited to open her present.

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Wishes treats are 100% Icelandic haddock fillets made for both cats and dogs to enjoy. They are caught in the cold waters off the coast of Iceland using hook and line, not trawlers, to reduce impact on the ocean’s eco-system.  They’re grain-free and perfect for sensitive pets who suffer from allergies or intolerance to certain foods such as grains and proteins. Wishes come in large, dehydrated fillets – they can be snapped into smaller pieces for your dogs or cats. No fillers, by-products or GMO ingredients; made with 100% human-grade ingredients in the USA.

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Dori thinks they smell stinky good! She couldn’t wait for us to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her so she could open the box.

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Large, dehydrated planks are hard and crunchy, and easily broken into to smaller pieces…if your pet will wait long enough for you to do so. The strong fish aroma isn’t offensive, and I like that they are made in an FDA-inspected human food facility.

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I don’t have to guess what birthday wish Dori made this year. The Honest Kitchen came through for her once again!

 

Disclaimer: We have received this above product for free in exchange for our honest review. No compensation other than the product was given. Any claims we make about the products we review are truthful as we see it. Please refer to the link directing you to the product for further information.

 

Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait

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heaven-can-wait-promoI sat brooding in my attic office with my back to the seething bookcase. My snake-necked lamp splashed weak light onto my huge desk, causing eerie shadows to surround me. The atmosphere fit my mood. It had been weeks since my Bakelite phone with the rotary dial last rang. Was I a washed-up has-been after only two cases?

My name is Sherlock Herms. It is my business to know what others don’t know. But since my phone isn’t ringing, clearly everyone knows everything so I’m not needed for nuffin’.

Actually I think Charley unplugged my phone until I got my focus issues under control. No sense taking more cases if I can’t see the clues right under my whiskers. Read More

Herman TattleCat Raises $650 for #JDRFOneWalk

Herman for JDRF one walkThanks to all who donated to my #JDRFOneWalk fundraising page, I was able to raise $650. That’s 2,600 huge quarters!

I sincerely appreciate all who RT’d my efforts on Twitter to get the word out. I have several family members and close friends who live their lives with Type 1 Diabetes, and I wanted to walk…um, roll in their honor.

We walked on  Caturday, Octopurr 1st – and the day started out with a nice autumn chill and bright clear skies. Everyone gathered at Shelby Farms Park in Memphis, TN–walking under the sponsorship of International Paper where my dad works. I even got to meet his boss, Greg, who took a selfie with me!

So for your amewsment…here are photos taken from my walk…uh, roll.

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Thank you so much to all who helped me to cross the finish line! I sincerely think you all are WONDERPURR!

I also wish to thank my little sisfur, Dori – @Adorapurr on Twitter – for contributing two of her songs – Purrrple Underpants and Let’s Go Outside – as prizes to those who contributed. She also added her voice to my fundraising efforts, which I appreciate.

For those of you who missed Dori’s fundraising videos:

Thank you, everyone for making my fundraising efforts a success!

Have a Wonderpurr Day!

Herman!!!

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