Monday, April 12, 2010


CONTEST FOR CAT LOVERS. Win a signed copy of Makita for yourself and a goody bag for your favorite feline filled with rhinestone collars, walking leash and harness, cat toys and treats. Simply leave a comment at and send an email to Put MAKITA CONTEST in the subject line. The contest runs from April 12 through April 30. The drawing will be held on May 1st. Good luck.

Congrats to LuAnn who won the GROUNDED contest.


Trembling violently, Makita, the Himalayan cat, stood on a bridge aglow with brilliant colors. Sunshine warmed her back and fresh air filled her nostrils. She smelled fear but it emanated from herself.
At the bottom of the bridge, a semi-circle of cats stood waiting.
A regal Abyssinian raised his paw and beckoned. “Come, friend. Join us.”
The Himalayan took a tentative step forward. “Who are you?”
“I am Ramses and this is the Council of Nine.” He lifted his paw to encompass the other cats. “Actually, the Council of Ten.” He put his paw around the little tabby that sat at his side. The tabby purred in response and licked his ear.
“Where am I?”
“Catarau,” Ramses said.
“Catarau,” she breathed in wonder. “It really exists.”
“This is the first life you’ve lost then? I didn’t think I’d seen you here before.”
“Yes.” She looked around. Lush grassy acres stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with mountains of—she sniffed—kibble.
She sniffed again. Nearby, catmint plants waved their pretty leaves in the breeze.
Kittens chased butterflies. The more mature cats lay or sat in the luxuriant transparent grass, sunning themselves, some on their backs with their paws in the air.
A light breeze in the blue sky tossed and separated the grass. Clouds floated not only above her but below as well. Mists rolled beneath them.
A lonely howl rose to meet her. “Bennie,” she whispered. Her tail twitching, her ears flat, she crouched and looked through the mists. A brindle-colored boxer nuzzled her lifeless body, then threw his head in the air and bayed as if his heart would break.
“Oh, Bennie.” She sniffed and wiped a tear from her eye. Quivering, she got to her feet and faced Ramses. “I’ve just used one life. Correct, oh great Ramses?”
The big cat flattened his ears and swished his tail. “Yes,” the Abyssinian hissed, his eyes narrowed as if he sensed what was coming and didn’t like it.
Already trembling from her death experience, she quivered at his attitude. “And I have eight more?”
“So I can go back?”
He sighed and waved a great paw. “Look around you, why would you want to?”
“Look below you, how could I stay?” she responded quietly.

Please join me April 14th, at, where Aubrie Dionne will be stopping by on her virtual book tour to promote her new book NEBULA’S MUSIC.

1 comment:

Molly Daniels said...

I think I already told you; S and I agree that Makita is our fave of the three books (so far, ha ha ha:)