2017

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#SundaySelfie with Elly
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Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 5
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Kringle Chapter 6 Part 4
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Kringle Chapter 6 Part 3
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Kringle Chapter 6 Part 2
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Kringle Chapter 6 Part 1
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#SundaySelfie with Opie
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Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 4
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Kringle Chapter 5 Part 4
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Kringle Chapter 5 Part 3

#SundaySelfie with Elly

Wonderpurr Gang membership was closed. I wasn’t in the market to feed another stray cat, much less adopt one. I’d maxed out past my usual ten. Ten seems to be my number. It fluxuates between 8 and 10, but whenever there is a vacancy…there is always someone on my porch ready to fill the opening.

Noah brought Elly to me this past spring. I didn’t realize she would be his last gift to me. He’d already brought me Candy the spring before. Noah had feline leukemia and passed shortly after.

Sad to say, Elly is FIV+. However I took her to my new vet who said she was sweet and wouldn’t pass the virus through fighting. After being vaccinated and spayed, I took her home where she was caged until healed. Meanwhile she had a reunion with Candy. Clearly they knew each other! And my other cats seemed interested in her, in a good way.

I did put Elly outside, and watched her run to the tree where I used to feed her along side Noah. But Noah wasn’t there…and she eventually returned to the door to come inside.

She’s been inside ever since.

Elly is gorgeous. She’s friendly. Best friends with Candy, and wants to be friends with Dori who is jealous that she has competition with HER BFF Candy.

Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 5

Previously on Sherlock Herms Master Detective…

 Part 1.   Part 2.   Part 3.   Part 4.

Satiated by the delicious sammiches served by Mrs. Gray for tea, Fergus and I lay side by side on his cushy bed in front of a blazing hearth fire. ‘Life’s darkest moment,’ one publication called Sherlock Holmes’ death,” the dog told me. “One of the letters my master received was from a woman who called him a Brute! Still another woman Doyle met on the street struck him with her handbag. Twenty thousand furious readers cancelled their subscriptions to The Strand that published Sherlock Holmes. That nearly bankrupted the magazine. Londoners wore black to express their mourning. The Prince of Wales is still upset. The day the story broke of Holmes’ death, the headlines read, “Tragic Death of Mr. Sherlock,” as if he were flesh and blood–not print and imagination.”

“So I’m not the only one who thought he was real.” My ears still warmed with embarrassment that I’d never suspected Sherlock Holmes to be a fictional character.

“I dare say, the World suffers for heroes to pin their hopes and dreams on,” Fergus replied. “Although I am bewildered as to why the World would choose to make a hero out of such a narrow-minded, self-centered, barely likeable hoomon with an addictive personality.” The dog glanced over at me. “What made you so infatuated with him that you chose to emulate him?”

I flicked through my recall of what my Word of the Day calendar said ‘emulate’ meant before I replied, “He knows almost everything about pawfessional detecting. That’s impressive.”

“Yet he’s indifferent about everything else,” Fergus countered. “Lit-tra-chure. Philosophy. Poly-ticks. Sex!”

“You’re his creator,” I told the dog. “Why did you make him like that?”

“I suppose that was my flaw as Doyle’s muse. I allowed him to focus too hard on Holmes using his eyes and brains to solve cases. It didn’t occur to me that he would become shallow in all other hoomon respects.”

“Well, you aren’t a hoomon,” I pointed out.

“This is true.”

“Thank Cod!” we said in unison…then laughed with newfound companionship. Read More

Kringle Chapter 6 Part 4

With Christmas fast approaching, I thought why not ease you all into the spirit of the holiday with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE. Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy running Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Hope you enjoy!

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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I debated whether to follow. Kris had been gone when I awoke that morning, but returned just as we sat down to eat. My decision to remove most of his Eve route weighed on my mind, but I needed to focus on whatever drama the day had in store for me. Besides, he said I was no longer fun. Was it true? Had I become so entrenched in my job—jobs!—the fun part of me had died?

Note to self: Have fun. Be fun. But after the reindeer had recovered.

I looked at Brannoc, abandoned by Candy. Now there was someone known for fun. His exotic gorgeousness lightened my mood. “Join us,” I invited. I had concerns about Candy’s marriage, but they had nothing to do with his alleged reputation.

Cookie poured Brannoc juice. Cooper offered peanut-buttered toast. Edda declared he was “Too much skin and bones. I cook you oatmeal,” and scampered to the stove.

“Your volcano lessons,” Brannoc said to Cooper, “how’d they go?”

I’d been caught in the middle since Dad recruited Coop. I wanted to support my son, but didn’t want to betray Kris. Instead of answering, Cooper said to Mom, “Are you divorcing Grands because he ignores doctor’s orders, or because he’s a show off?”

“Both!” Her eyes glittered. “Tell me, what did Monsieur Flaunt-and-Flash do yesterday?”

“He got carried away with the volume of lava flow and almost took out Oahu’s northern half.” Shrieking, I half-crawled over the table to check his wounds. He fought me off. “I’m not hurt. Grands diverted disaster. Claimed he had deliberately created too much volcanic pressure to see if I realized the consequences of his actions.” Read More

Kringle Chapter 6 Part 3

With Christmas fast approaching, I thought why not ease you all into the spirit of the holiday with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE. Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy running Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Hope you enjoy!

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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“Dad, pass the peanut butter.”

Kris snapped out of his reverie to pass the jar. Across the table Holly dug joylessly into her grapefruit. Beside her, LaRoux sprinkled a yellow packet into her bowl. She had spent the night in their guest room, and probably would move in. His patience would be tested with her underfoot, but with Kingston out of the house, he would keep all comments about his ditsy mother-in-law behind locked lips.

Meanwhile, Cooper slathered enough peanut butter on his toast to mortar a wall strong enough to restrain any tsunami Father Nature might concoct. Kris wanted to ask his son about his day with Grandpa and the volcanoes, but the breakfast table vibe seemed fragile. Better to save interrogation for later.

He noticed Cookie writing in her day-planner. Among his thoughts last night had been his insensitivity when she offered to be his Santa heir. He should have considered it, mulled it over. Thanked her. Instead, he’d stomped on her heart like a barbarian.

Miss Joyous Noël was conspicuously absent. Read More

Kringle Chapter 6 Part 2

With Christmas fast approaching, I thought why not ease you all into the spirit of the holiday with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE. Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy running Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Hope you enjoy!

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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Kris poured them coffee. “Moore never met them, but he did meet my great-great grandfather, who influenced the poem. As you know, Dasher is my sleigh lead. Commander of the Famous Eight and the Six-In-Training.”

“I had no idea back-up reindeer existed.”

“We’ve never had to use them. The SIT’s, Nutmeg, Custard, Clover, Bonbon, Delores and Nancy are trained, but often do personal appearances in place of the Famous Eight. Dasher is…well, dashing! Handsome with velvety eyes, he moves with a grace that belies his awesome size. As with any leader he is on duty every waking minute. Dasher’s soul mate is Dancer, a petite sweetheart with a warm laugh who loves to frolic in the playground to Madonna’s Greatest Hits. She has a bond with Scotchie that Dasher envies, though he’s too secure to put the kibosh on their relationship. Even so, Dancer would never end her friendship with Scotchie.”

Robinson nodded. “I’ve heard Dancer is no shrinking violet.”

“Where Dancer is effervescent, her twin is cantankerous. Prancer isn’t a bad guy, just wired differently. When a warm breeze drifts over Grimm County, he’s funny and charming. Why his mood swings are dictated by climate is anyone’s guess. Winter is when he regurgitates his familiar gripe over Dasher being sleigh lead. Prancer thinks the guys should take turns.” Read More

Kringle Chapter 6 Part 1

With Christmas fast approaching, I thought why not ease you all into the spirit of the holiday with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE. Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy running Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Hope you enjoy!

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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December 22nd ~ 60:00 hours to Eve Launch

Through sour eyes Kris hunched over a bowl of what looked like what a woodchuck might chuck-up if a woodchuck ate oatmeal. No raisins, nuts, honey, brown sugar or gumdrops to sweeten the vile mush. Despite his distaste for oatmeal, he tried to choke down a bowl twice a week to stay regular. When he was regular, he was a better Santa. Cheerful, able to perform his job. But this stuff… Holly had offered him a banana, but he’d declined. She had him by the Pfeffernüsse with her divorce threat, though after tasting her oatmeal, he wondered if twenty years wasn’t enough and it was time to call it quits.

Across the table his wife struggled to unravel her hair from one of the dozen buttons rippling her plaid blouse. When the strands refused to unwind, she unbuttoned until it released. The glimpse of her cleavage reminded him of their passionate dance the night before. Yes! Of course. Holly was worth any sacrifice. Though devastated by her decision to remove all but North America from his Eve schedule, her tears had dissolved much of his resentment. He would make her happy, even if it meant eating the offal she called oatmeal. Read More

#SundaySelfie with Opie

I’ve always wanted an orange tabby. But since I never buy cats, I had to wait until one found me. That was January 2008 when I spied a tiny orange kitten hanging out in my backyard, nomming dog food with the raccoons. When I saw him eating beside a mother fox and her kit, I pulled out the live trap.

He wasn’t feral. But he was severely undernourished. He looked much younger than the three months he was due to a diet of grass and leaves. For the first week after we adopted Opie, he insisted on eating my plants. He even stole broccoli off my plate! It took watching the other cats eating their canned cat food to get Opie to try meat. As he’s now a big boy, clearly he’s finished being a vegan.

 

Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 4

Previously on Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 1Part 2. Part 3.

I don’t recall how I ended up in front of the fireplace warming my whiskers. There’s a good chance that after I heard the dog’s shocking news—I fainted. I know. Not very Master Detective behavior. But ex-cuuuuuse me! I’d just learned my hero had been murdered.

“You’ve done more than just missed Sherlock Holmes,” the dog had told me. “Sherlock Holmes is dead. Doyle killed him!”

The dog introduced himself as Fergus. Or maybe Farkus. Or … Fairrr-gus. He had a thick accent that was hard for my Ameowican ears to understand. Plus, I was in shock.

Sherlock Holmes was dead! As tears burned my eyes, I turned my back on the dog. I didn’t want him to see me sob my little heart out.

What would Watson do when he heard this tragic news? Would he track down the scoundrel Doyle to seek revenge? Would he give up detecting, go back to doctoring? Or… would he be in the market for a new Master Detective partner… like me?

I felt the dog’s paw on my back, petting me softly. “Yur takin’ the news a bit hard, laddie.”

“I c-can’t believe he’s… gone!” I wiped my eyes with my floofy tail, resisting the urge to blow my nose cuz… gross. “How did it happen? During his last case?”

The dog shocked me by laughing. “Well, it would be his last case since he died, wouldn’t it?” Read More

Kringle Chapter 5 Part 4

With Christmas fast approaching, I thought why not ease you all into the spirit of the holiday with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE. Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy running Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Hope you enjoy!

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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She crossed her arms. “I saw Dr. Havelock this afternoon.”

She knows. Confess now.

“He thinks I’m in menopause, but he won’t know until the tests come back.”

She looked as if she expected him to comment, so he said, “Hm.” His mind raced. What’s man-o-paws? Clearly she assumed he’d know.

“With respect to the reindeer poisoning… Kris, I’ve banned sugar.” She gave him time to gasp and sputter. “All manners have been destroyed. Erik has penalty instructions for anyone in possession of White Death: Public disgrace. Six months in jail. No plea bargains. That includes your peppermints, unless they’re sugar free.”

Kris clutched his beloved peppermints. “White Death. Havelock’s got your ear.”

“Someone put sugar in the oats. Scotchie said—”

“Scotchie?” Kris jumped out of bed, shamelessly naked. “How is he an authority on my reindeer? He’s our Production Manager. He oversees dolls that pee and balls that bounce. How did he know to check for sugar? I saw him at Candy’s to-do. Why didn’t he tell me? I should be the first to know. I’m friggin’ Santa Claus.”

Holly visibly struggled to hold her temper. “Be that as it may, we have problems with employee sugar addiction. After Noak’s performance this morning, don’t you agree?”

“You mean after my performance, don’t ya?” There. He’d kicked the elephant in the room right in its big ol’ keester. Holly jerked, as though struck. She appeared to brace for something big. Something bad. “What’s wrong? It is one of the kids?” He wheezed. “Did Dancer d-die?” Read More

Kringle Chapter 5 Part 3

With Christmas fast approaching, I thought why not ease you all into the spirit of the holiday with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE. Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy running Monday through Thursday until November 16th. Hope you enjoy!

To catch up on the story I’ve added the Links to the end of this post.

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Kris buried his face in his hands. “Time’s moving too fast.”

Holly patted his back. “There, there. Cooper still plays with his sock puppet, Mister Stinkytoes.”

“At least someone in this house refuses to grow up.” He hugged her. “I’m sorry. I made you my scapegoat for Candy’s enga-ga–” He swallowed hard. “Forgive me?”

“Absolutely. However your snarl about me not having supreme power over you will come up in future arguments if we don’t deal with it now. Where’d that come from?”

“Not sure. Surprised me, too. Maybe it stemmed from Erik making me feel in the way.”

“You know the first twenty-four hours are critical.”

“He called me an amateur detective.”

“He can’t afford to make mistakes. Has he found any leads?”

“No. Oh! J.J. Rime bought the Tattle, Polar Fitness and PolarPointe. And Jack Frost is back in town.”

Holly moaned. “And to think this morning all I had to be upset about was when Dad refused to eat oatmeal.”

He waited for her to mention his sugar-abuse. When she left it unspoken, he decided he didn’t want silence to underscore the memory. “You think Frost poisoned them?” Read More

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