2017

1
June 21st is Groundhog Day…At My House
2
Baby Raccoons 2017 Part 2
3
Sherlock Herms in… A Meatball Lunch with a Side Order of Clues
4
Sherlock Herms in Ghost Hunter Blues
5
Biblio-Kitty Amber Reviews Sherlock Herms: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts
6
Introducing the First Baby Raccoons of 2017
7
The Lawn Ranger Rides
8
Dori for #JDRFOneWalk
9
#TheCatBall – We Figured It Out!
10
#Yeowww! ChiCatA Banana is Wonderpurr

June 21st is Groundhog Day…At My House

Hey pals! Celebrating the first day of Summertime with an unexpected guest at my house. A groundhog! Never saw one here before. Not sure if he’s from Punxsutawney or if his name is even Phil…cuz we didn’t want to crack open the door to ask him and risk him skadaddling off.

He stayed around our porch for about an hour, nomming on something clearly irresistible, while posing for my pawpawrazzi Mom. We think he’s Wonderpurr!

Baby Raccoons 2017 Part 2

I have a special weakness for raccoons. I’ve allowed them to enjoy my back yard for ten years, and because I provide them with fresh water and dog kibble…and peanuts for treats…they welcome me like I’m one of the family. It’s a fair trade. They keep the snakes away.

On June 5th I posted the first photos I took of this summer’s baby raccoons. You can see them by clicking here.

Over the past couple of weeks the babies have become accustomed to seeing me, and don’t run into the woods when I step outside. Yesterday I saw them hanging out in one of the trees, trying to cool off. I thought you would enjoy seeing what I saw.

Sherlock Herms in… A Meatball Lunch with a Side Order of Clues

Previous episode:  Sherlock Herms in Ghost Hunter Blues.

Sprawled on a bench across the road from our house in the town of Welcome Home, I absently watched a dozen piping plovers skip along the sandy beach. There was no cool breeze to ruffle my floofy fur as summer had settled like a steamy wet blanket over the Mitten State. Plus the air stank of dead fish (and not in a yummy way.)

I felt depressed. Splintered into pieces. Everyone was mad at me.

Dottie the ghost girl had disappeared while I was having fun at Blogpaws, a pet bloggers conference where I go every year to hang out with my fans. It wasn’t my fault. I’d run out of time and couldn’t help her find the Light before we left town. But Dori blamed me, and so did Charley and the others.

I didn’t care. Let them be mad. It was high time I took control of my life instead of letting Dori and Charley and my WAD team lead me around by the choke chain.

I’m not selfish. I appreciate that sometimes dead hoomons need help. But why me? Others were available to help, like James Van Praagh, John Edward, and the new kid, Tyler Henry—the Hollywood Medium. They talked to dead hoomons all the time. In fact, the kid had an unnaturally cheerful way of doing it. The right attitude!

I wanted to be a detective. Search for clues. Solve mysteries—and not about why a hoomon got dead. That stuff depressed the dickens outta me. I was on the eighth of my nine lives. Time was running out. I wanted to spend my remaining life doing happy stuff.

So I told Charley and my WAD team that I was closing the Wonderpurr Detective Agency. Closing it right after I found out why Dottie the ghost girl got dead, and maybe helped her find the Light. I had to help her. Dori said it was the right thing to do, and I agreed.

I had a notebook open beside me filled with scribbles. Tyler Henry scribbled when he channeled what dead hoomons wanted to tell him. So far all I had was squiggles and doodles, and car-paw tunnel from holding my purple crayon too tight.

As I set my notebook aside, I heard mew-sic behind me. I turned to see Dori strumming a pink toy guitar. Read More

Sherlock Herms in Ghost Hunter Blues

“Dori! Candy! Frank! Opie! Hey guys, where are you? I brung ya presents.”

Dragging one of the KATRIS modular cat tree pieces through the front door, I was disappointed no one was there to welcome me home from Blogpaws. My friend Kate Benjamin had given me the cool cat tree to share with my fur sibs, and I had stuffed mousies and Meowijuana catnip to pass out. But where was everyone?

Leaving the heavy KATRIS piece in the hall, I checked the kitchen, the litter box room and the other rooms downstairs before zooming upstairs. I’d been gone a week. Didn’t they miss me? Weren’t they excited to welcome me home?

As I arrived on the third floor I heard the familiar clicking sound of my brothers playing on top of the chase-ball-with-sticks table, while my sisters lounged on the comfy chairs and couches. “Hey everyone, I’m home!”

I expected a rousing cheer, but all I got was a few stink-eyes while the others totally ignored me. What the Friskies! Read More

Biblio-Kitty Amber Reviews Sherlock Herms: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts

Hi Pals! What a surprise I got today when I learned Amber the Biblio-Kitty who does book reviews over on Bionic Basil’s Blog reviewed my book, Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts.

Amber and her fur sibs must really behave at their house. My mom would never trust the Wonderpurr Gang around her books…especially Opie.

SHE LIKE’S ME! SHE REALLY REALLY LIKES ME!

I think I’m in love. Honestly, isn’t Amber a beauty?

Click the cover of my book to read her review.

 

 

Introducing the First Baby Raccoons of 2017

Sweetie Pie awaits the birth of her first litter.

Upon moving into our home I soon learned the creek behind our house has snakes. I am not a fan of snakes.

So after I read that snakes are not fans of raccoons, I threw down a Welcome Mat to the masked marauders by offering them pools for water and dog kibble and peanuts.

This started back in 2007, and we’ve had a hot and heavy relationship going ever since.

Currently my oldest is Huck, born in 2011. He is blind in one eye and I can tell his sight is failing, but he knows he can come to my porch where I have a tub of water and peanuts reserved just for him.

Lately he’s been bumping his nose against my hand as I fill his water bowl with the kibble and peanuts. At first it took me back as I don’t touch my raccoons. I’ve had babies sit on my feet, but I don’t touch. But after having a close relationship with Huck for six years, I sense it’s his way of making sure I am who he thinks I am.

Huck front and center arrives for breakfast with his family in tow.

By the way, for those of you wondering what a raccoon’s nose feels like–it’s soft and squishy!

Generations of raccoons have made my yard their gathering place for breakfast and dinner. Some were memorable, like Danny who was old and thrust aside by the young turks greedily snapping up food. I instantly won his favor by coaxing him onto the porch where I fed him special foods the others weren’t getting. He would sit next to me munching happily on peanut butter and banana sandwiches while the others ate dog kibble.

For those of you who read Finding Mya — you will recognize both Huck and Danny from the chapter where Herman is taught to survive by the raccoons by raiding the dumpster behind a food store. I used actual photos of both my boys in the book.

Anyway! Spring is here and as of this past weekend the momma’s are now bringing their babies to my yard. I spotted the first baby on Friday night.

The baby was spooked by me tossing kibble to the adults, and scampered up the nearest tree to hide.

“You can come down now.”

I suspect this little one is female. The girls usually stick close to mom, whereas the boys are often more adventurous.

Mom shows her baby the kibble. I toss cat kibble for the babies.

And on Saturday I spotted her with twins!

I suspect the baby on the far right is a boy. I saw him wandering off for an adventure while his sister stuck close to mom.

On Sunday night I spotted triplets…but none of them were willing to pose for a photo.

Stay tuned!

Finding Mya Cover

click for details

 

 

The Lawn Ranger Rides

Hi furends…It’s me, Dori, *wavy paws* welcoming you to another episode of Stories from The Whiner. I wasn’t borned yet when my pawrents lived on five acres in The Middle of Nowhere, Kentucky, so you will be devastated to know I will not be in these stories. I thought about suing, but Hwermie suggested I host this series. So for now, I’ve called off my lawyers.

The Story Behind the Story from The Whiner

Awhile back my pawrents left Florida because Dad got a job that actually paid enough for them to not only survive, but thrive. And by thriving…to Dad that meant going overboard on buying a house. Up until then they had been living inside a closet. So you might understand why he totally fweaked out and bought way more house than he and Mom needed. They only had 3 indoor kitties (Genny, Holly and Buddy) plus a six outdoor cats that they didn’t want to leave behind. It’s not like they needed a huge house like they do now with the feline explosion known world wide as The Wonderpurr Gang—-starring me, Dori. *wavy paws*

Anyway! Living in the country was fun at first. But then Mom realized that fun always came at a high price. Since she didn’t have a job or neighbors and had no one to vent to… she wrote a newsletter called The Whiner and sent it to anyone and everyone she’d ever known.

In this episode, you will remember my mom from the Sauerkraut Scandal in Adult Defiance. This time she’s been left unsupervised with heavy machinery. If you suspect wackiness will ensue…you’re right.

And now…The Lawn Ranger Rides. Read More

Dori for #JDRFOneWalk

Dori filmed this video in September 2016 to invite donations for Herman participating in JDRFOneWalk under the sponsorship of International Paper Memphis.

Mark your calendars as The Wonderpurr Gang will be participating in JDRFOneWalk 2017 this September. See you then!

#TheCatBall – We Figured It Out!

Ever hear the saying, “Life is a Ball?”  At The Cat Ball company, the hoomons know what they’re talking about.

Mom brought home this big red ball from Blogpaws. She knew I would be the first to claim it, and I was!

DORI: MY SECRET HIDEAWAY. NOBODY GONNA KNOW I’M IN HERE.

MOM SEZ THIS IS THE CHRISTMAS CAT BALL. PHOOEY! I THINK IT’S WONDERPURR ALL YEAR ROUND!

I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE MY CAT BALL, BUT I’M HUNGRY. I WONDER…DOES THE CAT BALL COMPANY PROVIDE NOM DELIVERY?

OPIE: FINALLY! I THOUGHT DORI WOULD NEVER LEAVE! OHHH. THIS IS SO COZY. AND BEST OF ALL, NO ONE CAN SEE ME.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN’ AT? THIS IS MINE!

THIS CAT BALL IS PROBABLY THE COZIEST CATPARTMENT I’VE EVER ENJOYED. SOFT. SNUGGILY. THE PURRFECT SIZE, EVEN FOR A BIG BOY LIKE ME!

The Christmas Cat Ball® is an adorable special edition cat bed for your kitty. The Cat Ball designers paired crimson red panne velvet with cute calico cotton and added a white fur trim to each of the openings. The result is a totally cute Christmas cat cave to place under your tree…or on your bed in the summertime!

The Cat Ball® is a hexagonal modern cat bed design made of six thick foam panels. Our original cat cave design has two openings, one larger than the other: the small one is about 6″ and the larger one is about 10″. The bed diameter is 17″, the height is about 16″.

The Cat Ball® cat bed is compressible, washable and cats from all around the world love it.

Dori and Opie love their Cat Ball. And Mom loves it because it’s made in the USA! And best of all, you can get it on sale right now at TheCatBall.com.

#Yeowww! ChiCatA Banana is Wonderpurr

I knew when I opened the goodie bag from Blogpaws and smelled something truly Wonderpurr…I was gonna have to fight to keep it.

Sure enough, after pawing through the bag I discovered a yellow banana filled with the absolute best-stinking catnip on this planet.

After a few sniffs, I was totally buzzed and lovin’ it!

I slept with my Yeowww! banana, and took it everywhere I went cuz I had a bad feeling that when I got home, I was gonna lose it to my fur sibs. Read More

Copyright © 2011-2017. Wonderpurr Life Publishing.