The Cat Kingdom

I’ve been working on the third book of the Harry the Wonder Cat Series. A lot of you have been introduced to the Cat Kingdom, where the Cat King resides. Of course, he rules all cats. This is who gave Harry his task of guarding the Johnson family for eternity.

I’m going to take you on a tour of the kingdom. The first thing you need to know is that no one actually knows where the Cat Kingdom is. To get there, you must be escorted by an official messenger of the Cat King. You simple touch his back, close your eyes and when the official tells you, open them to a brand new world.

The scent is unlike any other you have known in the human realm of existence.   It’s indescribable really, but if one were to try, it’s a cross of cotton candy, chocolate, and the sweet smell of jasmine. 

Then you will notice the glitter everywhere, on the ground, statues of regal cats, even the castle itself.  The sky is raining down these sparkly, golden pieces of tiny substance nonstop, night and day. The next thing you may notice is the sound of sweet, melodious music.  This music has never been heard before and won’t be heard outside of the kingdom. Any guest of the king can look up to the sky and see a rainbow shoot an arc over the castle.

Speaking of the castle, it has a gatehouse where two cat guards stand tall to greet you into the castle grounds.  The courtyard is expansive.  It, too, is covered in golden glitter that sparkled in the sunshine.  The colors of the rainbow are brighter than colors are in the human realm. At the castle door there are two more cats to greet you.

Once inside you will find yourself in a great hall surrounded by portraits of the most regal cats that ruled the kingdom hanging on the walls.  At the end of the hall is an extraordinary room with a golden, bejeweled throne in it and a red carpet leading up to it.  This is, of course, where you will find the king.

Well, that’s it.  The Cat Kingdom in a nutshell.  I hope that you’ve enjoyed my little tour.

What Dangers Are Lurking In the Garage?

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When the weather changes from warm to cold, our cats are in danger of becoming fatally ill. To be a responsible guardian, we need to be aware of their surroundings and make them totally safe for our furry friends.

Anti-freeze is one danger that can be deadly to our cats due to the chemical, ethylene glycol. Since cats have a keen sense of smell and curiosity in abundance, they are attracted to the scent of the poison. Once they have found the deadly liquid, they are tempted to sample it and find that it is enticingly sweet. Before we know it, we have a very sick cat on our hands.

So, we might think that it would be perfectly safe if the container has the cap on, right? Wrong! What if a tiny bit dripped down the side of the container? That small drip might be enough to attract him to it and, after a lick or two, we might find ourself rushing our little darling to the vet. If our baby found a puddle of the sweet-smelling stuff under a car and drank it, chances are much more likely that the poison substance would kill him.

There is another type of anti-freeze that contains propylene glycol instead of ethylene glycol. This chemical is touted as completely safe for consumption. While it is safer than its counterpart, it still is dangerous and should be treated with the same care as anti-freeze containing ethylene glycol.

If you think that your cat might have consumed anti-freeze or any other poison, please contact the Pet Poison Hotline at  (855) 764-7661.

Our thanks go out to:

Animal Kind

Pet Poison Helpline

Harry’s New Year’s Resolutions

It’s that time of year where everyone makes unnecessary demands on themselves, just to trying to make others happy.  Okay, this year I’ve decided to make some changes of my own.  I’ve listed them below not necessarily in any order.

  1. I will cut down the number of trips to the Magic Cupboard (where my treats can be found).
  2. I will stop laying around like an old slug all the time.
  3. I will quit expecting everybody to do my bidding.
  4. I will quit procrastinating.

When do I have to change?  Now? I can’t.  I’m busy laying around the fireplace, getting my guardian to get me treats (and anything else I need).

Oh, heck. Who needs to change?  I’m purrfect as I am.

A Day in the Life of Harry the Wonder Cat

Here’s a peek inside of day in my life. It starts in a huge victorian house, where all three floors belong to me. The manor house is a huge yellow Victorian with white gingerbread. It has hardwood floors in some rooms that are so slippery that, if I run fast enough and then lean just right, I can slide right into the next room. I love this game because it makes my charge, Nikki, and our roommate, Heather, laugh.

The most important cupboard in the house is the “The Magic Cupboard”. This is where my food and treats are kept.  All I have to do is sit in front of it and stare at Nikki, and she will feed me. Of course, if that doesn’t work I can always use my magical powers (as long as nobody’s around)!

In the afternoon, Heather gets my brush out and calls, “Brush, Harry, brush”.  I know then that she will brush my long, luxurious fur and I will trill and purr.  When she is done I head-butt her hand and rub my cheek against hers.

I can hardly wait until after dinner when I hear Nikki pick up a book, Agatha Christie is my favorite. She calls me to the living room where we share the purple chair that is soft and cuddly. The crackling of the fire in the fireplace is soothing as I listen intently to the sound of Nikki’s voice reading just for me.

Well, that’s an average day in my life at Harrot Reef Manor. I hope that you’ll come to visit us soon.

Next week:  Please join us for an interview with Sir Aslan, Harry’s grandfather.

Don’t forget to get your copies of  The Legend of the Pink Diamond and The Jamaican Mission at Amazon

Sammy and Tigger’s Wild Adventure

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Hi, my name is Sammy. I’m a Siamese, and my best friend is an orange tabby named Tigger. Although he is a month older than me, we are both still quite young. He wants me to tell our story because I, like all Siamese, am the one who enjoys talking. So, I’ll tell you about our adventure.

It all started when I was just three months old. Some ferocious dogs attacked me. They left bare spots in my fur on my back. I, of course, needed to see a vet, and right away. That was when I first became acquainted with Kym. Kym ran what they call a feral society for cats. She had a huge house, an office, lots of land to hunt on, and a house just for us cats.

When I came to Kym, I was starving. You see, I was too young to know how to fend for myself. Kym saved my life. She fed me and nursed me back to health. At first, I couldn’t get enough to eat. It tasted so good to me. When Kym came to pour food in the kitty bowls, I was always the first to run to them and gobble the delicious treats right down. I was known as The Little Piggy, although I don’t know why, I’m a cat, after all!

Though I was very young, I was still old enough to learn to be afraid of humans. Because of this, Kym had a hard time taming me. However, with her never-ending patience and ability to communicate with cats, she domesticated us all, even me.

An orange tabby kitten came in a month or so after I. He was also feral and was afraid of humans. But in time, he learned to trust Kym, and eventually, the rest of the people around the office. Kym named him Tigger.

Since we were both around the same age and in “training” together, we became best friends. We hunted gophers and played in the high grass. We climbed the big oak trees and lay in the warm sun.

Then one day, I overheard Kym talking to a nice lady, Karen. She wanted to know if Kym had any orange tabbies. I held my breath. Was I going to lose my best friend? This couldn’t be happening. I sulked all that day in the cat house. The following day, Tigger and I were playing out in the sunshine as if there wasn’t anything wrong, as if this day would last forever.

As it turned out, it would last forever. The day came when Kym was to take Tigger to Karen’s house. To my surprise, Kym also reached for me. We were both going to go to the same home. We could continue to romp together. Oh, joy of all joys!

Our adventure began on that day. Tigger and I enjoyed our new house. There were so many new places to explore, and we did it all together. That was the best thing. We truly liked our new people. They served us well, and we were one big, happy family.

Then it happened—the adventure. One morning, Tigger and I woke up, stretched lazily, as cats tend to do when we are content, and decided to take a brisk morning prowl around the new neighborhood. So off we went, no fear of the unknown. The very thought of it made us tingle with anticipation. The sun was just peeking over the foothills. It was a beautiful sight, and it was going to be a fine day.

Soon we were at a creek. The water wasn’t moving very fast, so we padded right to the edge and peered in, and what do you think we saw? Two kittens were looking right back at us!! Since I was always the one with the most curiosity, and, I might add, the bravest, I stuck my right front paw out and just barely touched the cat that was standing there, staring at me. Then I recoiled as I felt the wetness of his fur. Tigger and I were both amazed at the way it rippled. It took just a moment for us to realize that the cats we were looking at were, in fact, us. And that I had just put my paw into WATER! Argh!! I quickly backed away, shaking my paw as I did so. That was enough of that. We turned from the creek, which in its fresh, calmness had fooled us.

I immediately saw an old, hollowed-out log and proceeded to investigate. Tigger hesitated and then followed me inside. It was dark and damp, and I didn’t like the smell one bit, but I couldn’t show my distaste to Tigger. It was my idea to climb into this disgusting place, and we were on an adventure, after all. Then I realized that there was something in there. I could hear scratching coming nearer to where I had stopped. Even in all my boldness, I wasn’t about to stay and find out what was making that horrible noise. I started to back out of that terrible situation and ran into something that screamed right in my ear. Why did I insist on getting into this log in the first place? How was I ever going to get out? Then I felt the thing in the back of me move away. I skittered out of that hole as fast as I could, only to see that the thing that let out that piercing scream was none other than my best friend and comrade, Tigger. We loped together, far from the log and the creek.

We continued our journey, walking for what seemed like miles. We explored here and climbed there, delighting in the sunshine and amusing ourselves in stalking a gopher through the trees. He led us to a meadow. When we broke through the trees, we found he wasn’t there. We lost interest in the chase. We rolled in the grass for a while, taking turns running after one another.

When we were tired of that, we wandered over the meadow to see what was on the other side. All we could see were huge trees. Trees that look pretty scary, with branches that reached out at us, as though they were going to pick us up and put us high in a nook where they would keep us hidden always. We soon got over being afraid, and I even started hiding in the shadows and leaping out at Tigger. When Tigger had enough of that game, he ran after me, chasing me through the trees.

The sun was high in the sky and was beginning to peek through the branches of the trees, so I knew that it must be getting late. We had better be heading back home. But wait, which way was home? Should we turn right or left? I stood still, as Tigger looked around us. He didn’t know either. Okay, don’t panic. Didn’t we get out of that log safely? And we crossed that meadow all right. If we could find the meadow, we’ll find the other set of trees and the creek and log. Then we will be safe. From there, we will know how to get home.

So off we started. Soon we broke through the trees and behold, the meadow! We were so happy that we ran across with newfound energy. We hit the pathway into the trees at full steam and didn’t slow down until we heard a faint trickle of water. We stopped and listened. Tigger looked at me, and I at him. The creek! We followed the sound, and as it grew louder to our ears, we knew we were getting closer. I saw the log first. I darted over to it with Tigger following my every step. When I reached it, I stopped to catch my breath, for we had been running a long time. I looked up and saw the sun in the sky. It was still warm, but it was not as high.

I turned to find Tigger drinking at the creek, and I decided that was a good idea, so I joined him. As we took long, refreshing drinks, our hearts stopped pounding, and we stopped shaking. We were close to home now. After we got our fill of water, we turned and continued on our way.

Before we knew it, we were turning into our driveway. As soon as our manservant saw us, he picked up the phone. He said four words with relief in his voice.

“The boys are home.”