ML Buchman and Zammie

Like many of our authors, ML Buchman has a cat. Her name was Zammie.

Of this photo, Matt says, ” Zammie helping me quilt and my wife knit. She was always happiest when she had whatever we were working on well secured. Sitting on manuscripts in the midst of editing was one of her favorites.”

She is a gorgeous girl. The past tense makes us sad but Mama didn’t ask more about if Zammie is gone. Her fur is just stunning.

Matt’s story in the Fantastic Feline Heroes Bundle is Androcles the Christmas Lion: Betsy.  And even if it’s a little bit past Christmas, you’ll still want to read this.

Oh look! We have another photo of Zammie!

Matt came by and commented and we thought you’d all want to see what he said, so we’re quoting him here, “Zammie and her sister Cami were rescue cats. We got them at 1-1/2 and they made it to 15 and 14 years respectively. Cami was a blind calico (and something of a Queen Bee). Once she was gone, Zammie really blossomed until old age caught up with her. No replacements yet as we have some traveling in our future, but we will certainly be cat people again someday.

Androcles the Christmas Lion (in the above noted Feline Heroes bundle) however, is based on my muse. Androcles is a Build-a-Bear stuffed lion given to me by my family on a milestone birthday. He hangs out by my writing desk in a terry cloth bathrobe (a form of attire we often share when I’m writing).”

Author ML Buchman

ML Buchman is another one of the authors in the group that Mama knows. She knows that Allie, Maxwell, and Faraday’s mom is a big fan of his fiction! Matt writes wonderful romance fiction so we thought when we heard of this story that he would be a perfect fit for the bundle, because who doesn’t want to read about more love?

ML Buchman’s story in the Fantastic Feline Heroes Bundle is “Androcles the Christmas Lion: Betsy.”

-an Androcles Christmas story-

Betsy searches for her true Christmas wish on the ferry ride with Mama to see Santa. There isn’t much time left.

Androcles, her stuffed pet lion, wears his favorite Christmas bathrobe against the harsh Seattle winter.  He works on an idea of how he can fulfill Betsy’s wish and heal her broken family.

 Sometimes you just need to discover the right wish and  ask for help from Androcles the Christmas Lion.

Matt is one of the rare breed of men who write romance novels and his fans love him. He’s incredibly prolific and we’re impressed by his methods. But Mama said I should just post Matt’s “official” bio here.

M.L. Buchman started the first of over 50 novels and as many short stories while flying from South Korea to ride across the Australian Outback. All part of a solo around-the-world bicycle trip (a mid-life crisis on wheels) that ultimately launched his writing career. Booklist has selected his military and firefighter series(es) as 3-time “Top 10 Romance of the Year.” NPR and Barnes & Noble have named other titles “Top 5 Romance of the Year.” In 2016 he was a finalist for RWA’s RITA award. He has flown and jumped out of airplanes, can single-hand a fifty-foot sailboat, and has designed and built two houses. In between writing, he also quilts. M.L. is constantly amazed at what can be done with a degree in geophysics. He also writes: contemporary romance, thrillers, and SF. More info at: www.mlbuchman.com.

Matt says, “While I have few cat stories, so far. I do have a knitter’s circle that runs all through my small-town Oregon romance series Eagle Cove. The Henderson’s Ranch is a land of horses and military war dogs in training.” I think you should check them all out.

The New Bundle is here!

Our Mama, who writes as Bonnie Elizabeth has just launched her first bundle at Bundle Rabbit and it’s called Fantastic Feline Heroes. It’s all about heroic cats.

What’s a bundle, you ask? We asked. We were worried she was bringing home a bundle of cats. But no, it’s a bundle of 11 short stories by different authors, sort of like an anthology but all the stories have their own covers and the authors do their own front and back matter. You download it from Bundle Rabbit or you can get it from your favorite ebook retailer.

One thing about getting it at Bundle Rabbit is that you can pick a charity to donate too, either the Blind Cat Rescue or Milo’s Sanctuary. Both are great charities filled with heroic cats. We’ll be talking more about the authors and stories in our updates over the next few days.

Look at Those Ham Eyes

Yes, look at those big eyes. And he’s always looking for something to get into.

And when he can’t he chases and leaps on me and sometimes Ichiro, except Ichiro seems to like the tussle. I scream and hiss and growl and he doesn’t listen at all which means he gets a time out in what used to be the kitten room but is now mostly back to the sunroom. Momma gets so mad because Ichiro and I run in there with him when she does that.

But I mean, maybe he’s going to get treats right?

And I hate to think that he’s going to be alone.

In September THIS happened

So in September THIS happened. I am not sure that I like him any more than I liked Ichiro. Ichiro, however, seems to like him, except when he is chewing on his leg.

The humans call him Ham. Hamnado is more like it. Or Hamnible Lecter.

Cheysuli Forever

A long time ago, in a state far far away there was a Meezer named Simone and she was the best cat. But she died. So there was a search for another cat as good as Simone, if not better.

It went far and wide. Wide-eyed kittens hopefully and eagerly dreamed of being chosen.

But it was not to be.

In a small town, only people in Oregon (or who love Oregon) knew about, a Siamese Queen awaited her fate. Cheysuli was chosen.

For many years all was well in Chey’s world. She was crushed (and perhaps one could say diminished) when her beloved calico mentor, Georgia transitioned. She was further distressed to the point of near death when Ichiro was adopted. But she soldiered on as all good cats must.

And then she stopped eating. The vet did blood work. She still didn’t eat but they did fluids and an anti-emetic.

On the third day, which was a Saturday, after she’d only been eating what was forced down her and painted on her pretty brown stockings, they gave her more fluids and another injection. They started her on Tapazol because her thyroid was high.

She nibbled but didn’t eat. She was force fed on Sunday and her body painted, which she dutifully cleaned.

Chey is pulling on string. What is your caption?On Monday, she went in to the vet again and got IV fluids, a vit B injection, another injection for nausea, and some medication to help with nausea that she would take until Thursday.

And she came home and ate.

She didn’t eat a ton at any one visit to the dish but she ate frequently, probably at about 70% of what she would normally eat and 300% of fishy flakes, because when you are 15 and haven’t been eating, if you like fishy flakes, you get fishy flakes.

And then Saturday night. She vomited. Once. Twice. Five times. White foamy bile. She was drinking though.

By Sunday morning she was refusing water.

The Woman knew. Chey wasn’t coming back from this. She had no interest even in cleaning herself up, not really. And while sometimes cats react to Tapazol, this didn’t feel like that.

But the Male wasn’t ready–who knew he liked her so much despite her constant disdain?

So they went to the emergency vet. Fluids, more blood work, offers of ultrasound. She got more injections. She went home and did not come out of her carrier. She could move. She didn’t want to.

She stayed hidden in her carrier nearly the whole night, coming out only twice to cuddle with the woman for an hour or so.

She refused all water, all food.

She could have been forced. She could have gone for an ultrasound. But at 15 years old there were few things in her presentation that would have made the extra days of life worth the effort of more time being fussed with. She was now on Tapazol and a high blood pressure medication and an appetite stimulant.

On Monday the Woman called a very nice man who came out that night and helped Chey across the Bridge. She was greeted by far too many beloved friends. This man treated everyone with kindness and cried with all of us though we had never met him.

And now the search may begin once more. But that is a story for future generations. For now, we can look at the stars and remember when Chey ruled the world.

Moving with Cats

coverSo there I was, in a car, moving across country.  The series of blog posts I wrote for the woman about moving has been turned into a book written from her point of view. I don’t even have my name on the cover (like Gemini does now that her short story, Rescued from the Rain is a stand alone short ebook). I can’t tell you how miffed I am.

It’s a short book, about the length of a short story so it’s priced at .99 cents. She’s writing as Bonnie Elizabeth because she didn’t want to add her credentials to her name or create yet another author persona by writing without those credentials. Besides, Bonnie Elizabeth often writes about cats in her fiction. Have you all met Zari A? She’s almost as good as I am, except of course, she’s not really a cat.

If you are facing the horrifying prospect of having to move, find a box, curl up and nap. Then after your person is tired of packing, sit on them until they read Moving with Cats. It might help. It might not. Humans never listen to us about the important things.

Moving with Cats is available on Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble and most other favorite ebook retailers.

Rescued Tabby Tuesday

IMG_3502aYes, that is right. I was a Rescued cat and I am a published author type cat too! Yeah me, right?!

Mama and I walked about my story, which was very magical to her but was just ordinary to me and we wrote it up for Rescued. November is our month and 30% of all profits goes to Purrfect Pals out of Arlington, Washington. It is the place Mama adopted Ichiro, but we will not hold that against them. They do a lot of good for cats in the Seattle area.

You may wonder where I came from. I just showed up in Mama’s condominium complex on a dark and stormy night (she would not let me use that introduction, though). I was mewing and no one but Mama and Mama Georgia heard me. She did not find me until the next day but I ran and hid from her. There was a very nice big cat in the complex named Eight Ball who helped her find me again and then she took me inside to her bathroom and made sure that I would not run away again.

She says I have always been a wee bit feral. I just say I know what I want when I want. I can’t help it if she has other ideas!

Arriving

IMG_5131aSo the end of the journey comes and you’ve arrived at the new home.

It’s a good idea to use Feliway plugins in the main areas of the house you’ll be staying in at first. It’s also a good idea to give us a small space to start out in too.

This time, the Woman started us with our large carrier in the sun room with the Feliway. (Note: this is not a game of Clue. No one was killed). We started there because the woman was having the carpets cleaned and there wasn’t carpet in the sun room. She also thought we’d like the sun. We weren’t interested so we stayed mostly in our carrier as there weren’t many places to hide. She stayed there with us most of the time.

That night we were moved up to the master bedroom where we snoozed near them as much as possible. Actually we hid in the closet too.

The next day, our stuff came and we were moved back to the sun room because that room didn’t have to have any furniture that needed to be placed there immediately.  It was our safe room. We could have been put in a bathroom but this allowed the woman to spend a little time with us. The important points though were:

  1. Have a room in the house for us to explore first and slowly let us make our way down to the rest of the house.
  2. Make sure we cannot escape when the movers are moving things in.
  3. Consider a Feliway plugin or other calming device in the room that will belong to the cats.

After the moving in was done, we were moved back to the master bedroom with all our stuff. We were kept in there for the rest of the day and the night. The next day we were allowed out that evening for an hour or so under some supervision. Gemini and I did fine. Ichiro not so much. We were herded back up to the master bedroom, which was our final safe room, when the woman went to bed.

For the next few days the door to the master bedroom was left open during the day and we could come and go as we pleased (or not). We continued to have a litter box in there and were fed up there. We had Feliway plugins. We were locked in there at night with the people.

We continued this pattern for about ten days, when the woman noticed Ichiro exploring the house on his own. At that point she started feeding us downstairs but keeping some food and water upstairs in the same room. We continued to be locked in at night for a full two weeks. We were then allowed to explore the house as much as we wanted. There was no stress from anyone. In fact, Ichiro seems less stressed by visitors now than he was when we lived in our other homes. He likes to sit at the stop of the stairs and watch workers and delivery people. He sort of adopted the whole upstairs as his. He also has some other hiding spots downstairs in case he can’t get upstairs before the woman answers the door. But that’s just him.

And that’s how easy it is to move with cats. Doesn’t it make you want to go traveling with yours?

 

Hotels: Things to Watch out For

_MG_3944aSo you’re at the hotel. You have reservations. You’ve asked how many cats they take per room, right? Many only take two.

At any rate, so now you’re going in.

First the woman would always cover the carrier so we were less stressed should we see a stranger, or worse, a dog, as we went to the room.

She would plugin our Feliway difuser somewhere it was easily noticed so that she would not forget it in the morning.

Then she would examine the bed. Was the bed open underneath? If it had a box surrounding it, did the box come up to the wall. Was the box spring solid or did it offer openings that a creative cat could use to crawl under?

If the bed was not completely open but the stand the bed was on was not flush with the wall, she would stuff her paper towel rolls in between those places. If the box spring looked like it had openings, well extra bed pillows were stuffed around the edges. Even the nice blanket that was our safety net was stuffed in one area. Please be aware that certain hotels will not allow more than one or two extra pillows so use them wisely. Our “smells like home blanket” that covered our carrier did double duty plugging mattress openings once or twice.

For those open under the bed hotels, she really wishes she had taken a broom or something to force us to come out in the morning. Also, it would have been useful to persuade us to get out from behind dressers too!

We were not typically interested in behind the dresser, although at home that would have been a great place for us. We preferred the under the bed or behind the curtains. Make sure you explore those places before you let the cats out and look carefully! Some box springs may only have one small place that it is not covered underneath, which means it’s kitty fun time if you miss it.