Behind The Scenes of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries
Remembering HRMEowNessWills
Adorapurr Visits with Santa Paws
The Gift of the Tabby: A Christmas Story
Frank Saved My Life!
Latte’s Make Your Pants Tight
Jesse Survives 2 Nights in Jail
Dori tells a #Halloween Joke
Product Review: #Rocco&Roxie Stain & Odor Eliminator
Frank tests #Kong Active Cat Play Mat

Behind The Scenes of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries

Happy Mew Year, Everyone. It’s me, Dori! *wavy paws!*

I hope yoo had a Wonderpurr Christmas and Santa Claws was very good to yoo…even if yoo spent 2016 being more Naughty than Nice.

I didn’t have to worry cuz I got an inside Tip about Santa and I used it against him to rake in some great pawsents.

I got a magical tunnel that lights up, and a paw scratchy thing. I also got a box of Smittens that I plan to not share. But what I wanted most and GOT was a camera!

Actually I asked for a Hasselblad, but Santa El Cheapo brung me this:

I know you’re excited about Season Two of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries, set to debute on January 27th. Me too! I have no idea what’s in store (cuz Mom and Hwermie been having sekret meetings). I hate to be left out. I’m not called Miss Nosey Posey for nuffin’. So I thought maybe yoo would like to see Behind The Scenes pikchures of what’s going on around here as we cross off the days to January 27th. Hope you Enjoy! Read More

Remembering HRMEowNessWills

One year ago my beloved Pwince Honeysmoochies – @HRMeownessWills – went Over the Rainbow Bridge. I didn’t see it coming. I wish Wills had let me know that his sweet heart was giving out… But I guess sometimes things like that are very private. He didn’t want to worry me.

Wills and Dori at Scottish wedding.

Wills was my Night in Shiny Armpurr. We met through our mew-tual furend @ArcherPaws. For our first date Wills escorted me to a wedding in Scotland. Unfortunately I had to widdle right before the bride pounced down the asile, and then I got lost on my way to the litter box room…so I missed the ceremony. I felt bad about that. I wanted everyone to see my beeUteeful pink dwess. But Wills made me feel better when he took me into the garden and we danced. In fact, we danced so much that I lost my glass slipper. I later found out he stoled it and kept it! But that’s okay. He’s a womantic!

On our next date I got to ride wif Wills during a Ride Day Friday event. He impwessed me wif how he steered that llama. He was also an expurrrt pooch rider! My heart swooned whenever he saddled up and meowed “Git along lil doggie!” Read More

The Gift of the Tabby: A Christmas Story

There was no snow that night in Bethlehem, 2000 years ago. Instead the black velvet skies were filled with a breathtaking array of stars. One star in particular had a startling brilliance and shed its light directly over a small, lowly stable. There within lay a newborn child wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger with his bedding made from the clean sweet grasses provided to feed the animals.

Although that long-ago night was cold, the snug stable was warmed by the body heat of the animals that crowded around the tiny child. From the loft a small cat with gray and black stripes watched the shepherds and wise men who arrived to welcome the child.

As the hour grew late, the visitors departed, leaving the new family alone. Only the animals remained, and were welcomed to approach and sniff the baby. One by one they came forward: the mare, the cow and her calf, the mother goat with her twin babies. Only the small cat maintained her distance.

As the night turned colder, the child cried out, rousing the young mother from her sleep. Trying not to disturb her husband, Mary fed her baby, tended to his clothing, and rocked him in her arms. But he would not be soothed.

An hour passed and still he cried. She laid him on her shoulder and patted his back, and sang softly to him. For a moment he ceased his crying to listen, but soon he again wept. In defeat, his mother laid him again in the manger. “I know you are cold,” she whispered, “but I have nothing more to warm you.”

Hearing this, the gray and black striped cat climbed down from the loft to approach the manger. When the young mother did not shoo her away, the cat climbed the manger to gaze down at the child. After a moment of curious inspection, she crept closer to sniff the baby, and then lay down beside the crying child.

The baby’s flailing arms brushed the cat’s silky soft fur. At his touch, the cat began to purr the song her mother had purred to her. And as she purred, the child ceased to cry. His waving hands brushed again and again against the cat’s soft fur. At last soothed by the cat’s purring, the child slept and the cat curled into a sleepy ball beside him.

Watching her child and the cat cuddle together, Mary’s heart swelled with gratitude and she lay her hand in thanks on the striped cat’s head. “Blessings upon you, dear Tabby, for this sweet gift given to me and my child.” And where she touched the cat’s brow, there appeared an M—the sign of the Madonna’s benediction.

From that day forward, all tabbies are honored with a large “M” on their brow for the great service performed that first Christmas night by their ancestor.

May the peace of that first Christmas be with you and yours as you celebrate the birth of the Christ Child.

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!



Jesse Survives 2 Nights in Jail

Dori signedEven though my brofur Hwermie is the host of Tattle Cat Chat, I am better to write this report because… Because I’m Dori–that’s why! And also because my daddy, Nikolas, is kinda best furends with my Uncle Jesse: The Jail Bird.

Jesse is Peaches’ son and Jack’s brother, but he lives in the garage with my dad, Nikolas, because… Just because.

Actually Opie told Mom, “No more indoor cats,” to which our human Dad shouted, “Damn skippy! No more cats!” But Mom set up a super nice cat apartment in the garage with two cat trees, cushy comfortapurr chairs, blankets, heat lamps, toys, litter box, a kitchenette, and the freedom to explore the yard on sunny days, and stay in bed on rainy days.

Typically, Uncle Jesse is a homebuddy. He doesn’t roam. Period. As Dad leaves for work in the morning, he always says to Jesse, “Go outside and kiss a girl.” Jesse lost his true love, YumYum, a blue-eyed Siamese bombshell, at the same time my twin sisfur, Patsy, left home. They left together, and we are pretty sure they moved in with a neighbor who has a Siamese who escaped her home one day and made friends with Yum and Patsy.

Anyway, Uncle Jesse never got over Yum breaking his heart, and he says he’s now a comfirmed bachelor. So is my daddy, Nikolas, who had his heart broken when Patsy left without saying goodbye. Uncle Jesse and my daddy decided to bachelor it together, and that’s how their garage cat apartment came to be.

My daddy is a free spirit and loves to visit the neighbors, but Uncle Jesse is always in the garage or in the yard. He never leaves the property. So when he went missing, Mom immediately knew where he was.

On Tuesday our neighbor’s garage was open all day long. I guess someone was working in there, and forgot to close it. When Dad came home, he said he saw my daddy over there exploring. “He’s going to get closed inside,” I heard Dad tell Mom.

But it wasn’t my daddy who got trapped. It was Uncle Jesse.

I guess my daddy told Uncle Jesse how wonderpurr that garage was, and he just had to see for himself.

Mom didn’t figure out what happened until Wednesday morning when the neighbor’s garage door was closed, and only my daddy showed up for breakfast.  My daddy is very smart. He’s a black cat, and Mom says black cats are highly intelligent. He stood in the driveway, looking at the neighbor’s garage, and was yelling his head off. Mom told him she couldn’t open the door to let Jesse out. They would have to wait until the neighbor’s came home that night.

Nikolas bio


So my daddy sat under our car to wait. And he waited and waited and waited all day. But no neighbors.

Our neighbors have a hair salon and they are theatre actors too, so they keep late hours. Mom put a note on their door, and went to bed. But when they came home around 11:30, they didn’t open the door to let Uncle Jesse out!

Around midnight, Mom got up and wrote another note. As she hobbled (she’s got a bad foot right now) over the culvert and onto their driveway, she saw my daddy, Nikolas, lying on top of their car, and he was yelling at her to do something. She told him she wasn’t going to ring their doorbell this late. Jesse would be fine until morning. And then she put the second note on their front door, telling them to OPEN IT because she figured they had just peeked into the garage and didn’t see a cat. Jesse is shy and wouldn’t announce himself to strangers.

She then went back to bed, but didn’t sleep very well. Neither did I. I slept under her chin and she was really restless, which made it impossible for me to sleep. ^exhausted ears^

Jesse bio photo


The next morning we got up, and immediately went to the garage. My daddy was there, yelling at her, so she figured Jesse was still locked up. She opened the garage door… And there he was, hiding under our car! Yay!

Except he was pretty fweaked out, and was of the opinion that all garages are now scary, so he was staying put under our car. Mom brought him breakfast, and told him she was very happy he’d been sprung from jail. It took my human Dad taking the car to work, and Mom bribing Uncle Jesse into the garage with more breakfast, before he climbed into his favorite cat tree to sleep.

So Uncle Jesse is home and safe, and my daddy, Nikolas, is a hero and best furend for keeping watch over the scary garage, and Mom can stop worrying, and … maybe tonight I can get some sleep.

The End

*takes bow*


Product Review: #Rocco&Roxie Stain & Odor Eliminator

Dori, purrfessional pet product reviewer.

Dori, purrfessional pet product reviewer.

Hi, it’s me, Dori, the purrrfessional pet product reviewer for the Wonderpurr Gang. Today I’m going to review Rocco & Roxie Stain & Odor Eliminator.

At our house we have … *counts on claws* four girl cats and six boy cats. That bears repeating. SIX boy cats. That means there are odors galore! Especially when one of them boy cats gets a burr under his tail and whizzes on something to show his displeasure. *Sigh!* You never catch us girl cats doing such disgusting nasties.

So, it goes without saying we’ve tried a lot of odor eliminating products. Some of them worked pretty good for awhile, but then suddenly they stopped. Maybe the moon wasn’t in the seventh house, and Jupiter wasn’t aligning with Mars… I don’t know. But because they stopped working, my parents had to keep buying new products with the hope that one of them worked.

Then offered my mom the opportunity to try  Rocco & Roxie Stain & Odor Eliminator. She figured she had nothing to lose, and accepted the product. And wouldn’t you know, the very day it arrived, she had the opportunity to see if it really worked.

May I present Public Enemy Number One: Read More

Frank tests #Kong Active Cat Play Mat

Frank wanted to help us test a pet product, so we gave him the Kong Active Cat Play Mat provided by Let’s see how well he tested the product:

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Another satisfied #Kong customer.

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