Kimberley Koz

Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries: The Beginning!
Winter Shelter for Outdoor Cat
Book Review: CatWise by Pam Johnson-Bennett
Dori’s Birthday Wishes
In the Mood for Christmas Family Dysfunction? Read Kringle!
A Wonderpurr Cat-Toon: Opie in BORED!
Herman asks “Check Meowt”
#Mold Poisoning… It’s Deadly
Ghost Detective Supports JDRF One Walk
My Billy Mumy Cat

Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries: The Beginning!

Sherlock Herms 1st caper coverHi pals! Thanks so very much for joining me on my first season of Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries. I had a blast learning about being first, a hardboiled detective wif grit in my blood, and then discovering I’m really a hardboiled purranormal detective. Whatta shocker!

I know many of you have discovered my adventures in the middle of Season One Cases, so until Season Two begins on Friday, January 27th, I thought I’d post the Case Files from my first adventure. I remember that day vividly… Excited yet scared, wanting to help my mom write mysteries, yet having no clue on how to do it.

Come trip down Meowmory Lane with me and Dori as we look back on our first case: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts.

Click the Control Panel below to read Part One. Or you can click here to go to our Archive Page.

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Winter Shelter for Outdoor Cat

Meet Noah, a year-and-a-half-old ex-stray (as of this past summer) who needs a house for the winter.

noah-watchesMeet Ray, my charming husband who truly cares about Noah having a warm house this winter. Ray has self-taught carpentry skillz that have benefitted stray cats for a couple dozen years.

We had an old dog house, used for years by other strays, and we had a huge roll of carpet padding. Ray cut the padding to fit the top of the dog house, and taped it into place.

Next, the padding was used to … um… pad the bottom of the house, along with the sides. I added Noah’s bed. Read More

Book Review: CatWise by Pam Johnson-Bennett

CatWise-Americas-Favorite-Cat-Expert-Answers-Your-Cat-Behavior-Questions-0Pam Johnson-Bennett, Certified Cat Behavior Consultant with thirty years of observing and advising experience, has written what I now consider my favorite Go-To-Bible on cat behavior. With credentials like behavior consultant for Cats Magazine, Cat Fancy’s Cat Channel, Catster, plus her U.K. series Psycho Kitty for Animal Planet, Pam clearly has a firm paw on understanding what makes our kitties hiss and purr.

CatWise answers your questions from training your kitten with Boot Camp Basics, to Litter Box Etiquette (in a chapter called Stinking Outside the Box – love it!) to Animal House – keeping peace when its reigning cats and dogs – to Old Friends, making the most of their golden years.

I consulted all of the above chapters and despite my umpteen years steeped in everything feline, I learned something new.

This book would be the purrrfect (sorry) gift for a newbie cat owner, but also for someone like me. Despite a lifetime of experience in a multi-cat home, my cats are still finding ways to tell me I don’t know everything.

CatWise is available October 18, 2016, just in time to kick off your Christmas shopping for the cat people in your life.

I received an unsolicited copy of CatWise free-of-charge from Penguin Random House publisher. My opinion regarding this book is my own, and not in any way influenced by Penguin Random House or author.


Dori’s Birthday Wishes

Today is Dori’s 4th birthday. And what does Dori want for her birthday? Treats, of course! Coincidentally, sent us a box of Wishes made by The Honest Kitchen, the makers of Smittens, Dori’s favorite treats. Naturally she was excited to open her present.


Wishes treats are 100% Icelandic haddock fillets made for both cats and dogs to enjoy. They are caught in the cold waters off the coast of Iceland using hook and line, not trawlers, to reduce impact on the ocean’s eco-system.  They’re grain-free and perfect for sensitive pets who suffer from allergies or intolerance to certain foods such as grains and proteins. Wishes come in large, dehydrated fillets – they can be snapped into smaller pieces for your dogs or cats. No fillers, by-products or GMO ingredients; made with 100% human-grade ingredients in the USA.


Dori thinks they smell stinky good! She couldn’t wait for us to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her so she could open the box.


Large, dehydrated planks are hard and crunchy, and easily broken into to smaller pieces…if your pet will wait long enough for you to do so. The strong fish aroma isn’t offensive, and I like that they are made in an FDA-inspected human food facility.


I don’t have to guess what birthday wish Dori made this year. The Honest Kitchen came through for her once again!


Disclaimer: We have received this above product for free in exchange for our honest review. No compensation other than the product was given. Any claims we make about the products we review are truthful as we see it. Please refer to the link directing you to the product for further information.


In the Mood for Christmas Family Dysfunction? Read Kringle!

I wrote KRINGLE for you adults who secretly read your kid’s Harry Potter and Twilight books. Adults crave magical fantasy too! Please click the book cover to read Chapter One, and let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy.

KRINGLE is available on in both print and for Kindle.

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A Wonderpurr Cat-Toon: Opie in BORED!

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facing-forwardHi pals! It’s me, Herman aka Sherlock Herms. My author mom and I, her mews, are taking a short break to grow more brain cells in order to bring you a pawsome story for the next Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries series – HEAVEN CAN WAIT! It’s hopefully going to be our best ever, so please return on Octopurr 7th when the first episode makes its debut.

In the meantime, I have another Cat-Toon for you to enjoy, this one starring my ginger brofur, Opie. Following the Cat-Toon is a short Anytime Story. I hope you will enjoy both.

Until next Friday… Have a Wonderpurr Day! ~ Herms


An Anytime Story with Pigs

A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class.

She came to the part of the story where first pig was trying to gather the building materials for his home.

She read, ‘And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and said: ‘Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?’

The teacher paused then asked the class: ‘And what do you think the man said?’

One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly…

‘I think the man would have said – ‘I’ll be a son of a bitch!! A talking pig!”


Be sure to mark your calendars for Octopurr 7th when a new Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mystery begins:


Herman asks “Check Meowt”

Herman TattleCat, one of the Top 36 Cats on Twitter, asks you to “Check Meowt” – He has an important message for you:




Herman for JDRF one walk

#Mold Poisoning… It’s Deadly

In 2012 I lost my beloved cats, Nicholas and Cookie, to severe mold in the air handlers of my home.

Nicholas farewell

Nicholas could not breathe through his nose, only his mouth. His face had swollen due to the severe amount of pus inside his head. He was euthanized on February 20, 2012.


Cookie on November 6, 2012, on his way to the vet to be euthanized.

This is what Nicholas and Cookie looked like twelve months before mold entered our home and took their lives:

Nick and Cookie

In 2012 we had a duct cleaning company scour our air handlers and ducts, and they released live bacteria that was to eat the mold. It didn’t occur to me to have it rechecked until, in the summer of 2015, when Dori and Peaches both came down with “colds from hell.”  I too was suffering from the effect of mold. Turns out I’m highly allergic to it. In 2012 I was continually foggy-brained, and aching in every joint. I wanted to sleep all the time.

Mold in air duct

Mold in my ceiling air ducts…in fact, mold was in every single duct in the house.

The foggy-brained part is what kept me from recognizing my symptoms again in 2015. It took Dori giving an eerily familiar cough that reminded me of Cookie that had me running the girls to the vet, and calling in the same company as in 2012 to check my air handlers.Mold in air handler

The mold was back, and this time it was Terminator Mold. But instead of cleaning like they did in 2012, this time the crew was a bit more investigative as to WHY we had mold…and they discovered the duct tape around the mains had softened and pulled apart, allowing attic debris into the blowers (I always wondered why I had so damn much dust). They also found the seams were allowing cold air to seep out, creating dampness.

Mold thrives on Darkness, Warmth, Oxygen, and Moisture.

It appears we had won the Mold Lottery.


Mold on the walls of the air handler.


Mold on the insulation wrapping the mains.



Filters are changed every month. We thought they were dirty. We didn’t realize the dirt was mold.


To destroy the mold, the company we called vacuumed every duct . It took hours — all day in fact — and was horrifically noisy. But it had to be done.


Every duct was also cleaned with a bleach solvent.


Then the mains had to be resealed using duct butter that hardened like plastic.


Despite the hot attic temperature, the duct butter will not melt and allow moisture into the ducts.


We have two air handlers. In each a UV light was installed. Mold cannot grow under UV lighted conditions.

Thankfully, this time there is a Happy Ending. Peaches and Dori were saved.

Peaches and Dori

Don’t think mold can’t happen to you. Mold is more rampant than I ever believed possible. Our home was 7 years old when we had mold in 2012. I read that mold is more prevalent in newer homes due to construction rush. Duct tape isn’t good enough to seal your air handlers. Make sure its duct butter, and before you buy, have your home inspected.

The life you save could be your own.


 For more information, start with Mold Blogger.

So…tell me. Have you ever had mold in your home? Have you ever had your home inspected? Please leave a comment below.

Ghost Detective Supports JDRF One Walk

Fans of Sherlock Herms: Purranormal MysteriesCharley know Charley Feeble. In life he was an almost-famous private detective, but his extreme, pathological form of shyness made him hide behind a fake name: Maxwell Shallowford.

When success demanded Max Shallowford to meet his public in person, Charley hired an out-of-work actor from Nova Scotia to pretend to be Shallowford.

Unfortunately, the actor got involved with the mob and disappeared, and his demon-like wife scared Charley to death.

Being a ghost doesn’t stop Charley from continuing as a private detective. In fact, he’s passing on tips to his success to Herman–aka Sherlock Herms–who desperately wants to be a hardboiled detective with grit in his blood in order to help his author mom write mysteries.

Another way Charley is helping Herman is by donating to Herman’s pledge for JDRF One Walk.

Click on Charley’s picture for more information and to donate. Just one dollar would help so much!

A Gift from Dori!

Dori for JDRF

To thank you for donating, you will receive by email Dori’s mewsic video of her hit song, Purrrple Underpants, as purrformed in Sherlock Herms: Mrs. Shallowford’s Ghost.

Thank you all so very much for donating to JDRF. Even one dollar will go a long way toward creating a better world for people living with type 1 diabetes.

Herman for JDRF one walk

My Billy Mumy Cat

Opie - Pizza deliveryRemember the 1961 Twilight Zone episode starring six-year-old Billy Mumy? Bill was a child actor in the sixties, with one of his most famous roles as Will Robinson in Lost In Space.

For me, his most memorable role was as Anthony Freemont, a little boy in Peakesville, Ohio who made the rest of the world disappear because it displeased him. No one can make Anthony mad. If they do, they will be sent into the cornfield.

You don’t need Stephen King’s imagination to know what that means.

Anthony is described in the plot summary as a monster. A mutant with godlike mental powers that include mind-reading. Everyone is under his rule. Even his parents. Children and adults both tiptoe nervously around him, constantly reassuring him how everything he does is “good.”

I saw this episode during a Twilight Zone marathon a couple weeks ago, and it struck me that I’m living with my very own Billy Mumy.

His name is Opie. He’s eight-years-old with a handsome face, ginger fur and golden green eyes.

Opie: Public Enemy Number One.

But like the opening narration for Twilight Zone’s “It’s A Good Life” states… When you look into those eyes, you’d better think happy thoughts. Because the mind behind them is absolutely in charge.

Billy… I mean, Opie, came to us as a three-month-old kitten, running amok in my yard among the raccoons and fox. He fell into place easily among the Wonderpurr Gang, and made fast friends with Barney.

Barney had insecurity issues and the devil in Herman took advantage by picking on Barney. It wasn’t until Opie joined the family and befriended Barney that things shifted out of Herman’s favor.

Opie read Herman like a book and taught Barney not to be afraid of him. In return for these lessons, Barney taught Opie how to spray stuff that he didn’t like.

This is how Opie evolved into Billy Mumy. I mean, Anthony Freemont—the Twilight Zone kid.

Barney has moved on, but his lessons on retaliation for things that displease him are still going strong. For a while, everything displeased Opie. The only kick he got was giving Herman a hard time. Then Peaches moved in and Opie fell in love and lightened up.


So much so that he allowed her son, Jack, to move in after Jack had something bad happen to him and became very sick. Opie took Jack under his wing and today they are more than brofurs…they’re in a serious bromance.


Then along came Dori, and Opie was done. She charmed the dickens out of him, and entertained him mostly by hounding Herman for attention.


I feared the worst when Frank moved in a year later, but nope. Frank was tired of brawling and wanted a quiet, easy life. He let Opie be The Boss and was content to kiss his ginger ass.


Around here, Opie is known as The Watcher. He watches everything, mostly from a floor basket where he blends in so often you’re not aware you’re being watched.

But you are.

All the time.

Like Santa Claus, Opie sees you when you’re sleeping; he knows when you’re awake. He also know when you’re opening cans of Fancy Feast and there will be hell to pay if you feed him last.

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Our newest – Candy – sized up the situation right away and made googly eyes at Opie. He now thinks the sun rises and sets on Candy.

We’ve had two-years-worth of Opie Joy. Then Jesse got a hole chewed into his butt, and his recoop time demanded he take refuge in Ray’s office. Opie set up camp outside the door. I was deluded into thinking he wouldn’t mind having Jesse recover inside a room that wasn’t being used.

I was wrong. But I didn’t know that yet. So I invited Nikolas inside to escape the dangerous heatwave that had settled over our town. Nik is Dori’s dad. He’s a nice guy. Never causes trouble.



Frank doesn’t like Nikolas. Frank also doesn’t like Jesse. And when I gave in to my delusion that everyone was going to behave like one big happy family…

All Hell Broke Loose!

Enter Billy Mumy cat.

His pal, Frank, wasn’t happy that Nik and Jesse were indoors, so Opie soaked the office door. He then soaked the cat bedding. He then soaked a wall or two. A rug or three. The bag of dog food for the raccoons. Nothing was considered beyond being soaked.

I quickly ran out of cat pee cleaner and patience.

As I write this Opie has entered my office and is gazing at me with his lovely golden green eyes. He’s really gorgeous. I mean, this cat has the most awesome orange fur I’ve ever seen on any cat in the entire wor–

Okay, the asshole just left.

Where was I?

Oh – just ran out of cat pee cleaner and patience.

Once Jesse was healed, he and Nik were escorted back outside with profuse apologies and a new garage fan. Still, the spraying has not quite stopped.

I made the Cardinal Sin of forgetting that Nik had slept on a cushy pet bed whilst enjoying his air conditioned suite in Ray’s office. This past weekend I put the bed down for someone else to enjoy. The next morning it was soaked.

I washed it. Twice! Put it down and again it was soaked.

I washed it again. Twice! And this time I covered it with a layer of Downy dryer sheets and a thick towel folded in half with another layer of Downy dryer sheets in between the layer.

I then put Opie on the bed and rubbed him all over it to get his personal stink ground in.

So far so good.

Good Opie! That’s real good!

If you’re interested, here is a clip from the Twilight Zone episode, It’s A Good Life.

Do you have a Billy Mumy cat at your house? A cat that holds you hostage with threat of bad behavior? I would love to hear how your cat rules your roost.

Thanks so much for leaving a comment, and have a Wonderpurr Day!



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