When I first started writing the Black Cat Bookshop Mystery
series for Berkley Prime Crime, our current feline companions happened to be
orange tabby brothers. Not that the hubby and I hadn’t been caretakers to black
cats before; we just seemed to have settled on tiger cats for the duration. But
after spending so much time with my fictional black cat, Hamlet, I couldn’t help
but feel that something was amiss in Cat Land.
One thing I love about our orange tabby boys is that they’re mellow guys without
the “bite” of the ornery Hammy. That said, I wondered if maybe I needed a junior
Hamlet of my own to help jumpstart my writing when I hit a tough spot. Sweet
purring cats do not equal compelling plot points! And so, after much
consideration, we adopted a brother and sister pair of sleek black felines whom
we named Brandon Bobtail (he has but half a tail) and Ophelia.
But after barely a month of living with the new kitty duo, I was amused to
remember something I’d forgotten over the years—that having a black cat in the
house is like living with a shadow. Or, in our case, a pair of shadows! Half the
time, especially in the evening, you can’t see the darn kitties until they’re
almost in your lap! And heaven forbid they’re lying on a dark rug in a dark room
as you come walking in. Terrible cat screeches and profound human apologies are
the usual result. But the major problem with the camouflage shadow thing is
that, while Ophelia is content to be a proper indoor kitty, Brandon thinks
outside the house…er, box. He makes a game of trying to cloak himself in shadows
and sneak past the front door whenever we let the dogs out for their evening
potty break.
And when a cat wants something, he usually achieves it. Clever Brandon has
actually escaped the house after dark a few times, resulting in a full-fledged
kitty alert and roundup. For he doesn’t simply stroll about the front walk
breathing in the night air; instead, he plays hide-and-seek in the shadowy
shrubbery while we chase after him with a flashlight. One time, not knowing he’d
gone AWOL, I almost had a heart attack when I found him lurking on the roof over
the front door in the dark like some crazed vampire kitty. The subsequent rescue
mission for that particular breakout required patience, a feathered toy, and a
ladder, but all ended well.
Fortunately, we live on a dead end road in the country, so speeding cars aren’t
an issue. But coyotes and big owls—heck, even alligators!—are very real hazards,
so we couldn’t risk midnight kitty excursions on a regular basis. Vigilance, we
realized, was key…except that some cat parents are more vigilant than others.
(Ahem. Did I mention that all Brandon escapes were on the hubby’s watch?). On
top of being super-alert, we needed a secondary anti-escape strategy.
And so we equipped both cats with breakaway collars complete with little jingle
bells. We reasoned that, even if we couldn’t see one of them trying to slip
between our feet as we opened the door to the night, we could hear them. It
seemed a clever enough plan, until we realized that the little “tinkle, tinkle”
of the jingle bell only sounded when the cats a) were jumping up onto the
furniture or b) were rolling about on the floor, wrestling. The rest of the
time—including when Brandon was in “sneak out” mode—their fur muffled sound of
the bell. That, or the little stinkers had learned to walk without jangling.
At that point, we decided that the only other option was a honking big cowbell
tied around their respective kitty necks. We also conceded that the cowbell
thing probably wasn’t a practical alternative. So, we had to go back to the
super-vigilant strategy.
And, for the time being, vigilance is working. I’m glad to say that Brandon
hasn’t made an escape in recent months. But, as payback for being denied his
little adventures, Brandon has perfected the “leap from the tall dresser and end
with a four-paw landing on the sleeping human’s belly” cat-robatic routine.
Blending as he does with the shadows, he’s long since gone invisible by the time
said sleeping human leaps from the bed, now wide awake. And it’s hard to scold
the little brat when I can’t actually prove he’s the culprit.
Could have been the dog, I can almost hear him saying, snickering
behind one paw.
Forget the bells and the vigilance. Maybe I need to look into glow-in-the-dark
paint for one particular shadow cat!
ALI BRANDON is the New York Times bestselling author of the Black Cat
Bookshop Mystery series from Berkley Prime Crime. This popular cozy series
features Hamlet the cat and his transplanted-Texan caretaker, Darla Pettistone.
Together, the pair work and sleuth out of Darla’s Brooklyn-based independent
bookstore. Whenever a murderer is on the prowl, Hamlet and Darla are ready to
pounce—and they always manage to collar the killer! The sixth book in the
series, TWICE TOLD TAIL, hits the shelves on November 1.
A native Texan
with a degree in Journalism from the University of Oklahoma, Ali now lives in
South Florida with her hubby, four dogs, and four very spoiled cats. She’s a
member of Mystery Writers of America, a former board member of the MWA Florida
Chapter, and a member of the Cat Writers’ Association.
Black Cat
Bookshop Mystery
The New York Times bestselling author of Plot Boiler takes
us back to Pettistone’s Fine Books, where Hamlet the cat isn’t the only shadowy
figure lurking around the Brooklyn brownstone…
As Thanksgiving approaches, Darla Pettistone is preparing for the busiest
shopping season of the year. They’ve recently launched their online store, where
one anonymous bidder is offering a suspiciously high price for an antique
book—and Darla doesn’t need Hamlet’s special senses to know that something isn’t
quite right.
However, there’s no time to think about that after Darla’s roped into helping
bridezilla Connie Capello get ready for her big day. After looking at wedding
dresses, Darla and Connie head to an antique store to find her “something
old”—but they find someone dead instead. When Darla learns that the shop carried
a copy of the book that her mysterious bidder is after, she suspects she’ll need
Hamlet’s help to discover who penned the poor soul’s final chapter, before
someone else is read their last rites…
Mystery Cozy [Berkley Prime Crime, On Sale: November 1, 2016, Mass
Market Paperback / e-Book, ISBN: 9780425261606 / eISBN: 9781101605974]
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