Friday, May 31, 2019

While You Were Away: PeeMail #547 - 549

The mom's away at Mayo for a few tests, and you know what that means....

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Wednesday, May 29, 2019

One Word Wednesday


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Monday, May 27, 2019

Happy Memorial Day!

For those in the U.S., we wish you a wonderful, and restful, holiday!

Someone's been working on his napping form so he gets it right today.
Lookin' good, dood....

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Friday, May 24, 2019

Friday Fisticuffs

Allie: You've been on your lounger all day, Maxie. I want a turn.
Mother says it's polite to share.

Maxwell: Not gonna happen.
Allie: You think not? I can have you forcibly removed, you know.

Maxwell: *hmpf*  Oh yeah? You and what army?

Moments later....

Yeah, we coulda told you that would happen, dood....

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Wednesday, May 22, 2019

I see you!

Just meowin'.

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Monday, May 20, 2019

Monday, Monday

Allie: I'm keeping my eye on you....

While you're at it, can you make it go away, too?

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Friday, May 17, 2019

I spy....

Maxwell: Is that Friday coming? Why yes, yes it is.


About time....

Hear, hear, dood!

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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Rain, rain....

Allie: I'm quite tired of all this rain, Mother. Order it to stop.

The Mom: Ah, yes. We'll get right on that, dear.

Has it been raining buckets where you live, lately?
It has here! And it's totally cramping Allie's style.
Mainly because the Dad can't go out and plant, which means she can't go out and supervise.

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Monday, May 13, 2019

Cats in Books!

Faraday: So the mom wrote another book, an' it has super-sleuth spy cats in it. An' the star of the book is patterned after me.

Allie: hrmpf. I hear his nickname is The Brat. *pointed look*

The Mom: True, true. But the other one's patterned after you, Allie. And she might be a tad, ahh, grumpy.

Allie: *hurt look* I...I...can't believe you'd—
Maxwell: Oh, stuff it, Allie. At least you made it in the book.

The Mom: Sorry, dood. I'll have to work on that one....


It's true. Beck — short for Bequerel — is patterned after Faraday, if on a rather large scale (the cats are about the size of a cougar. Did I mention this is science fiction?).
And the other cat in the story, Tobi, is patterned after Allie.

I'll have to work on finding just the right spot to showcase Maxwell's unique personality in future books. :-)

The book released last Thursday, and we're running a special, 4-day sale that began yesterday. Right now, you can pick up Sirius as an e-book on Amazon for just 2.99. And if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited, you can read it for free!

In case you wondered, yes, authors do get paid when you borrow a book from KU. Instead of a percent of the purchase, Amazon tracks the number of pages you read in the book, and we get paid accordingly.

As for the cats in the's an excerpt, from a chapter entitled "Catnapped":

STELLAR DATE: 07.04.3302 (Adjusted Gregorian)
REGION: Luminescent Space, Sirian Hegemony

   At that very moment, in Jason’s office, a sound alerted Tobi that she was no longer alone. However, a quick ping of the shipnet told her that Jason and Tobias were still in medical working on their guests, so it couldn’t be them.
   She cracked one eye open to see if she needed to sound an alarm, but shut it again when she scented the intruder's identity.
   It was The Brat.
   With a low growl, she rolled onto her side and ordered the holo's sunbeam off. Beck was not invited to share her sun puddle. He could order up his own, using a holo somewhere else—anywhere else, as far as she was concerned. 
   She heard the soft click of nails as he approached, and growled once again as he chirruped and stuck his wet nose in her face.
   <You awake? I got an idea. Wanna hear it?> 
   Small puffs of air tickled the tufts of fur around her ear. She shook her head in reflex and sent him another warning growl.
   <Beat it. I'm sleeping.>
   <You can sleep any old time,> he grumbled, nuzzling her once more and giving the side of her face a tentative lick. 
   That earned him a hiss and a sharp nip, which would have scored his ear if he hadn't quickly reared back. 
   <C'mon, Tobi. I wanna help Terrance, and I got an idea.>
   Huffing, she rolled over to face the platinum-furred cat, and pierced him with a glare. <This better be good. You interrupted an important nap.>
   Beck scrunched up his muzzle. <You think all naps are important.>
   Tobi yawned in his face, flashing two-centimeter-long incisors at him before closing them with a snap. Beck backed away and planted his butt on the deck, ducking his head and tilting it to one side as she sat up. 
   <Get to the point, Brat. You’re eating into my busy schedule.>
   Beck chuffed at that, but was apparently too fired up over his grand plan to counter her claim.
   <Terrance said no talking around the visitors,> he began.
   <Jason said to stay out of sight, too,> Tobi warned, but Beck just shrugged, as if that was open to interpretation.
   Which, Tobi considered, was true of just about everything, given that they were cats.
   Beck stood and began to pace. <So, the way I see it, if they think we can’t understand them, they might say some things in front of us.> He leapt up onto the desk and peered down at her. <Secret things. Things that can help us with our mission.>
   Tobi sat back and studied the Brat as he began to prowl across the top of the desk, tail lashing as he warmed to his topic.
    <I can listen in on their plans and then report back to Terrance,> he enthused. <And they’ll never suspect.>
   He stopped and looked down at her once more. His eyes gleamed with excitement, and Tobi began to feel the thrill of the hunt.
   Sensing success, he stepped forward—and lost his footing as he planted a paw on top of a pile of hyfilms.
   Backpedaling to regain his balance, his actions sent the sheets skidding to the deck, breaking the spell. Tobi shook herself, the moment broken.
   <Fine,> she sniffed, pinning his aqua eyes with a baleful glare from her own tawny ones. <Go play Super Spy. But don’t come crying to me if you get caught,> she tossed over her shoulder as she returned to her bed and turned on the holo of the sunbeam once more. <Wake me when you crack the case. Or don’t.>
   She heard a soft thump as Beck leapt down from the desk. He started in her direction, but she rolled toward the bulkhead, giving him her back.
   <Don’t get your tail caught in the door on your way out.>

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Thanks for reading this excerpt. As you might imagine, cats will find their way into just about everything I write (gee, I wonder why!).

Sirius is book 5 in the Enfield Genesis series, and ends the first story arc.
There is more to come, though — much more!

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Friday, May 10, 2019

Friday Puns

Maxwell: Don't look now, dood, but you're being mooned.

Faraday: I'm WHUT? By who?

Maxwell: Dood. *pointed look*

Faraday: *glare* I see what you did there.

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Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Possession. I has it.

Maxwell: Hey, dood. You're in my box.

Faraday: Don't see your name on it, Maxie. An' Mommy sez I have 9/10ths of the law on my side

So theres.

Hard to argue with that logic, kiddo....


Monday, May 6, 2019

whaddaya mean "not invited"?

The Mom: Be right back, kiddo. We're headed out to grab Mexican food for dinner!

Faraday: Okies. I'll have a Bonito Burrito an' two fishie tacos pleez.

Maxwell: Dood. They aren't getting takeout.

Faraday: Well FI-I-I-I-I-INE.

*stalks away in a disgruntled huff* 

I wasn't innerested anywayz.

Cinco de Mayo is sooooo yesterday.

(Seriously, dood. We know.)

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Friday, May 3, 2019

I Spy wif My Little Eye...

Nat Geo Explorer Announcer: (whispering) 
Here we see the Great White Housepanther stealthily stalking a Friday....

Allie: Honestly, Brat. Fridays are not something you stalk. *annoyed sigh*

Faraday: Seriouslies, Allie. It was my fantasy.
Way to kill the mood.

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Wednesday, May 1, 2019

May Day Glam

Pawparazzi: Over here, Miss Allie! Oh, Allie, over here!


Happy May Day!

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