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Sherlock Herms Reviews Case Notes from The Dancing Ghosts – Part 3
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Sherlock Herms Reviews Case Notes from The Dancing Ghosts-Part 2
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Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – the Conclusion
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Handmade Gemstone Charms Benefits Four Paws Lifeline
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Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – Part 6

Sherlock Herms Reviews Case Notes from The Dancing Ghosts – Part 3

Welcome back, pals! I hope you are enjoying a relaxing, stress-free week. There are only 15 more shopping days till Christmas. I found this out when I overheard my mom on the phone telling someone that she’s doing EVERYTHING and the stress is making her roots turns grey.

Why do hoomons stress so much? Christmas is meant to be a joyous celebration, but with the pressure to get presents bought & wrapped & mailed and holiday cards addressed & stamped & mailed… the joy quickly turns to angst.

Good thing I’m a cat. We have staff to buy our presents and a mail our Chrispmouse cards.

I hope you are enjoying the review of my Case Notes on my first case, The Dancing Ghosts. Looking back on this particular chapter, I have to admit I smiled a lot while reading Dori’s parts. Except for when she threw up on Blunden’s Oriental. I wonder if he ever found out? The grass Dori barfed kinda matched the color on his old rug.

Anyway! Season Two of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries starts January 27th. I can’t wait to see what happens. Seriously. Mom has been busy doing Christmas stuff and I’m still waiting for us to begin work on Season Two. (sigh!)

You can click on the image below to read my case notes on The Dancing Ghosts – Part Three, or click here to visit the Archive Page where all of my Case Notes from Season One are listed.

I hope you enjoy reading my adventures. Your comments are always welcome and appreciated.

Please be sure to come back for Season Two starting January 27, 2017. And please, have a Wonderpurr Day.~ Herman!!!

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Sherlock Herms Reviews Case Notes from The Dancing Ghosts-Part 2

facing-forwardIt seems like only six months ago when I first opened my Wonderpurr Detective Agency in the attic of my home, right outside my mom’s author office with its african violets and butter yellow carpet. I was full of hopes and dreams of becoming a hardboiled detective with grit in my blood so I could help my mom write mysteries. While my original plans didn’t pan out the way I’d thought they would, I learned a lot from my friend Charley. I’m now an official purranormal detective. And yeah, I think I have grit in my blood. You’d have to in order to survive some of the scary stuff I’ve been through.

Season Two of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries starts January 27th. In the meantime I’m reviewing the Case Notes from my first adventure: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts.

You can click on the image below to read Part Two, or click here to visit the Archive Page where all of my Case Notes from Season One are listed.

I hope you enjoy reading my adventures. Your comments are always welcome and appreciated.

Please be sure to come back for Season Two starting January 27, 2017. And please, have a Wonderpurr Day.~ Herman!!!

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Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – the Conclusion

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Previously on Heaven Can Wait – Part 6

My lids still felt too heavy to open, but I could hear Dori weeping. She blamed herself for Ghost Guy sending Charley to Hell. Dad was on the phone with a lawyer. They were suing the Ghost Guy production as Ghost Guy had opened more than one portal, unleashing spirits and demons into our once peaceful home. Mom was on the phone with a realtor asking whether she had to disclose to possible buyers that the house had open portals and a demon in the attic.

Hearing all this made me want to sleep forever. I didn’t want to face the future. We were moving! I couldn’t take my attic office with me. Not even Charley’s huge desk with lots of nooks and crannies. It came with my office. Actually, it came with the house. It’s too big to get through the door without chopping to pieces. Mom once told me our home had been built around an older house that refused to be torn down. At the time, I had thought that was pretty cool, but now I knew that older house and the huge desk had belonged to Charley Feeble, a 1940’s private detective whom I admired more than my hero, Sherlock Holmes.

Something wet and cold touch my nose. My eyes flew open to see Candy kneeling beside me on the couch. “I think I know a way to save Charley,” she whispurred just as someone in the kitchen shouted, “I’ll pay whatever you want for this house!”

Ghost Guy!

“We want two million,” I heard Dad say, and Ghost Guy bellowed, “SOLD!”

I exchanged horrified looks with Candy. “We’re really moving. We’ve got to save Charley before Mom packs us into the pet carriers and takes us away. What do you have in mind? Can Charley be un-exorcized?”

Candy’s green eyes turned bright. “I want to do a séance. But we need to hurry. While Ghost Guy has been busy overacting for his fans and the cameras, Pete has been running around with smoking sage, closing the portals. We’ve got to get to Charley before all the portals are closed. Otherwise, he’s doomed to spend eternity in Hell.”

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And now the Conclusion

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Handmade Gemstone Charms Benefits Four Paws Lifeline

santa-herman-better-2-giveHi pals! Guess what? As of today, November 15th, there are only FORTY shopping days left until Christmas!

Uh oh! Sorry! Okay, put your head between your paws… Breathe in… Breathe out. It’s gonna be all right! Why? Cuz I’m here to help you make your Christmas shopping a little easier, plus you can give the Gift of Life on top of it. How’s that?

Most of you already know about Four Paws Lifeline, the 501(c)(3) non-profit organization started by Karen and David Brothers, the pawrents of my beautiful wife, Belle. But for those of you who don’t, here’s what they’re all about: Read More

Sherlock Herms in… Heaven Can Wait – Part 6

heaven-can-wait-promoPreviously on Heaven Can Wait-Part 5

I stood frozen on the stairs while the demons terrorized the Ghost Gals, director and child-size cameramen. With no one to film him or yell “Cut!” while he emoted for his TV audience, Ghost Guy huddled in the corner, sobbing like a baby while a nasty-looking demon hovered over him.

Where was Pete? Despite being associated with this Hollywood circus, I liked him. Then I saw him waving a sage smudge stick, destroying whatever demon came his way. I watched as he worked his way into the living room and over to Ghost Guy. After destroying the demon, Pete hauled Guy to his feet.

“Get a grip, dude,” he shouted. “You opened the damn portal. Now close it!”

Guy wiped his runny nose on his leather sleeve. “I didn’t bring my stuff.”

Together they ducked a wicked-looking flying thing with razor-sharp teeth. “Hey Herman!” Pete shouted. “You got any stones?”

“Naw,” I shouted back. “I’m neutered!”

Jack whispered in my ear, “I think he means crystals.”

“I haven’t had fire pee in a long time.”

Jack looked ready to smack me. “Dood. Rocks! You know the kind Mom has in her office.”

Ohhhh! “What kind you need, Pete?”

“Obsidian. Rose quartz. Red tiger’s eye, and clear quartz.”

I scampered up the stairs to my mom’s author office where she keeps her collection of pretty rocks. As I picked out the ones Pete needed, I heard the door to my office open. “Hey Dori, you know what obsidian looks like?”

When she didn’t answer, I turned to see Charley. He wore an expression of panic as he fought whatever was pulling him from my attic office.

“Fight it, Chawley!” I heard Dori yowl.

What the Friskies! I dropped the stones and ran to help my friend…just as he let go and was sucked out of the room. As Dori screamed, I zoomed after Charley. I caught up with him at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the bannister.

“I COMMAND all SPIRITS to enter this DARK PORTAL!”

I stared at Ghost Guy, standing with feet planted apart and arms raised while he emoted for the now functional child-size cameramen.

“No! Stop!” Pete waved his arms at Ghost Guy. “Not ALL spirits. Just the dark ones!”

Ghost Guy ignored Pete. “I command ALL SPIRITS to enter this DARK PORTAL!”

“Stop!” I yowled. “You’re hurting Charley!” I zoomed to hold onto my friend, but my paws went through his transparent body.

A moment later, it was all over.

“I did it!” Ghost Guy howled into the cameras. “I sent all the spirits in this house…to HELL!”

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And now Part 6

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