2017

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The Legend of the Peabody Ducks
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Early Christmas Gift to my Readers
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Happy Read A Book Day
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Helping Dad Read the Sunday Mewspaper
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Whale Watching with Captain Herman TattleCat
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Remember Me Thursday is September 28, 2017
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Where Babies Come From
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No One Eats Until…
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31 Ways to get Arrested in the South
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13 Wonderpurr Black Cats

The Legend of the Peabody Ducks

The tradition of the ducks swimming in The Peabody Hotels famous fountain started in the 1930s when the General Manager of The Peabody – Frank Schutt – and his friend, Chip Barwick, returned from a hunting trip and thought it would be funny to release a few live duck decoys (yes, back in the 30s they used live ducks to lure wild ducks) in the beautiful fountain. The hotel guests loved seeing the ducks enjoying the fountain, and so began the tradition, still being practiced 90 years later in Peabody hotels all over the world with the ducks entering the lobby every day at 11a.m., and then returning home to their luxurious rooftop palace at 5pm.

The position of “Duckmaster” at the Peabody Memphis is the only such position in the world. Celebrities have also assumed the role of Honorary Duckmaster from time to time, including Zane Lamprey, Paula Deen, Joan Collins, Molly Ringwald, Kevin Bacon, Peter Frampton, Emeril Lagasse, Patrick Swayze, Queen Noor of Jordan, Oprah Winfrey and Gayle King, among others. Read More

Early Christmas Gift to my Readers

With Christmas only sixteen weeks away, as of this date, I anticipate that most of you will soon feel as though you are trapped inside a giant snow globe being shook by a sugared-up six-year-old while trying to get the wrappings and trappings of this celebrated holiday put together for your family.

I know from experience that once the Thanksgiving turkey has been eaten, we then naturally throw ourselves into the Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Christmas Rush, and we don’t allow our heartbeats to settle back to normal until well after the New Year’s baby has pooped his first diaper.

With that lovely image now planted in your heads, I thought this year I would give my readers an early gift. Let’s face it, the Hallmark channel churns out some pretty sweet Christmas movies, but we are all too busy writing lists, signing Christmas cards, and running around like crazy people to watch them, much less read a holiday book. I’m right in there with you.

So! I thought why not ease you all into Christmas with ten chapters from my novel, KRINGLE? Yes! Ten free chapters for you to enjoy starting Monday, September 11th, and running daily Monday through Thursday, up to Thursday, November 16th. Read More

Happy Read A Book Day

Hi pals! It’s me, Dori. *wavy paws* Today we celebrate Weed a Book Day.

Herman: *ahem* It’s… Read a Book Day.

Dori: That’s what I said. Weed a Book Day. *rolls eyes* Pals, I’m hoping to inspire yoo to put down yoor phones and teevee remotes, and instead pick up a book. Papurr-back, hawd cover…even an e-book. It’s not mandatory for yoo to weed the whole fweakin story…just a chapter or two. Stimulating yoor bwain can go a long way toward making yoo smart. Inpurresting! And not a dwag on society cuz yoo only know stuff about them Kawdashy-ann bwroads wif da big booties.

Herman: Dori! That’s rude!

Dori: I’m not rood. I’m being troof-ful. They have big butts…and I cannot lie!

Herman: *paws over eyes* What is seen cannot be unseen.

Dori: I’m thinking our sisfur Candy is a Kawdashy-ann. She has a big bootie.

Herman:  Big booties have nothing to do with Read A Book Day. Can we get back on topic?

Dori: Ohhh-kay. *blink blink* I got nuffin. What do you want me to say? Read More

Helping Dad Read the Sunday Mewspaper

Hi everyone! It’s me, Dori. *wavy paws* Today is Sunday, and my daddy likes to read his mewspaper while lying on my floor. So of course I want to be a part of his reading experience.

This is me, Dori, and my bestest sisfur, Candy, watching our daddy read his mewspaper.

Nothing beats the taste of nomming on fwesh mewsprint.

But then…my pleasure was diswrupted by my newest little sisfur, Elly. Everyone here thinks Elly is wonderpurr…except me and Gidget. We think she’s a thweat to our positions in the family. Read More

Whale Watching with Captain Herman TattleCat

Ahoy there, Anipals! This is your captain, Herman TattleCat, welcoming you aboard the St. Herman whale watching vessel.

For today’s trip we venture into the cold icy waters of Southeast Alaska’s Inside Passage where humpback whales are known to hang out in the summer months.

A couple years ago my pawrents took an Alaskan cruise where they enjoyed whale watching. They also got to witness a bubble net, although Mom’s camera was set to photographs and not video at the moment one happened right in front of their eyes. *shakes head in disgust*

So! Without further delay, board the St. Herman and prepare for a wonderpurr afternoon of whale watching. Read More

Remember Me Thursday is September 28, 2017

Join the Remember Me Thursday® Awareness Movement

in memory of a cat

Remember Me Thursday® is a global awareness campaign uniting individuals and pet adoption organizations around the world as an unstoppable, integrated voice for orphan pets to live in forever homes, not die waiting for them.

On September 28, 2017, the entire world will share the importance of pet adoption and shine a light on all orphan pets waiting in shelters and rescues. In 2016, people using #RememberTheRescue and #RememberMeThursday reached nearly 340 million people on social media.

Can we get even more people sharing the importance of pet adoption in 2017? It’s up to you to spread the word.

Click the below photo for the link to RememberMeThursday.org for more information.

Where Babies Come From

Dori: Hwermie? Do yoo know where babies come from?

Herm: *startled* Why don’t you ask Mom?

Dori: So, yoo don’t know? That’s dissy pointing. I thought yoo knew ev’furrything.

Herm: Well, of course I know.

Dori: *blink blink* I’m waiting.

Herm: Well…

Dori: If yoo don’t know, tell me. Don’t bamboozy me with some fairy tale just to appear smarter.

Herm: I wouldn’t do that.

Dori: *checks watch* Forty seconds into the conversation and still no answers. Read More

31 Ways to get Arrested in the South

Hi pals, it’s me Dori! *wavy paws* Last week I taught you how to make Moo Shine. This week I want to teach you how to get arrested in the South…in case you want to but don’t know how.

So here goes!

In Alabama you can be arrested for keeping ice cream in your back pocket. Also, if you flick boogers into the wind, the law gonna come down on you hard.

In Arkansas it’s illegal to call the state Aw-kan-sass. Also, alligators are not allowed to live in your bathtub.

In Florida don’t go napping under a hair dryer while at the beauty salon. Also it’s against the law to have sex with a porcupine…unless you are a porcupine. (You don’t want to know how that law got passed, do you?)

In Georgia it’s illegal to tie a giraffe to a streetpost or keep your donkey in the bathtub. What is it with hoomons keeping animals in their bathtubs?

In Kentucky a wife must get her husband’s permission before she’s allowed to buy a hat. Also, you may not dye a duckling blue and offer it for sale unless more than six are for sale at once. Read More

13 Wonderpurr Black Cats

At my house, every day is Black Cat Appreciation Day. In my lifetime I’ve been blessed to have 13 amazing black cats cross my path, and I thank God every day that I’ve been lucky to know them.

So in honor of Black Cat Appreciation Day, I want to introduce you to my Lucky 13, plus three more black cats who have touched my heart.

My first cat arrived compliments of my Grandpa Guy when I was five. Like Herman, Frosty was a white Turkish Angora. Then we adopted a stray white short hair named Seymour. Two white cats that shaped my early love of cats.

Whisper was my first black cat.

After I moved into my own apartment my sister Janice decided I needed a cat for my birthday. Um. Late December isn’t exactly kitten season, but Janice found a tiny black kitten that I named Whisper. Whisper turned out to be a very sick kitty and almost died within days after I got him, but through persistence he lived to grow into a beautiful sleek and totally destructive little brat. The true fault was mine, keeping this spunky man cat in a small apartment. After two years I came to the conclusion he would be happier in a larger home, and I found him a new family. He went on to live Happily Ever After, but not without first leaving me with a true love of black cats.

Sami showed me how clever black cats can be.

Shortly after I moved into my Florida home, a feral stray by the name of Angel gave birth to numerous litters and would always dump them in my yard to feed and get vetted, while avoiding my attempts to have her spayed. One of the litters produced a spunky little girl that I named Sami. A true tomboy with a great sense of humor, Sami came with us when we moved to Kentucky. She was an outside cat, but decided one year to spend the winter inside. Buddy my tabby always slept draped over my left arm. I recall Sami wanted to sleep there, but Bud was adamant about not moving. Instead of giving up and sleeping at the bottom of the bed, Sami crawled onto my pillow, turned around and backed her bottom down between Buddy and I, where she snuggled in happily. Read More

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