“That’s what the cat said.” Stories told by the cats who lived them.
A unique anthology of eighteen stories (and five poems) drawn from a pool of talented writers who share fascinating insights into the relationship between humans and their feline owners. Charm, humor, adventure, romance, tragedy, and joy—this mixed-genre collection tugs at the whiskers of cat lovers everywhere.
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There was one cat for each grave—three-hundred forty-seven in all.
Cats bestow comfort; it’s at the top of their resumes. Who needs comfort more than an unsettled ghost? Maybe a cat with unfinished business . . .?
Family is . . . well, family. Maxie is special.
Not fair. But what’s Aunt Po’ to do? What do they expect? It’s not her fault she made it from the gutter into the good life.
Some cats are talented. Others are unnaturally talented.
Tishy loved bringing little gifts home for Laura and her mother—found objects—some valuable. But she outdid herself the day she brought home Quintus Liberalis.
It wasn’t the first time he’d made her feel alone and unloved.
The breach between cat and human can be insurmountable, and the need to strike out from the pain of unrequited love impossible to ignore.
Her kind are on the way out, but Old Gert isn’t one to go quietly.
Favored by the living God, King of Upper and Lower Egypt, Tutankhamun.
In exchange for safe passage to the next world, Mau offers Bastet his life story, as viewed from the laps of three pharaohs: one he worshiped, one with whom he conspired, and the third, a usurper and a murderer.
A plague curses the village of Culloden and beyond.
Superstitious humans converge on a faction long considered the conduit of evil: their cats. Little do they understand they’ve condemned their only chance for salvation.
Freedom is only as good as the next pilfered salmon fillet.
To be a free-range cat, you need the smarts to survive. Atticus viewed mere survival as the first stage. He’d prospered, now it was time to level up to fulfillment.
Most shun the solitary life; a few seek it.
Quicksilver, ship’s cat by profession, was in the latter group—alone, on the move, and one step ahead of his nightmare—until the day he met it face-to-face.
Mr. Mulgrave must conquer the milestones on the road to survival one at a time—alone. But to manage the last mile, he’ll need providence at his side.
Change is bad; being ignored is unacceptable.
No one was putting Malcolm in a corner. Not his personal wizard and certainly not this interloper-wizard-wannabe.
The street’s no place for Manhattan lovelies with names like Duchess.
Tucked at the end of his private alley, Leo never expected to be sought out by a damsel in distress. But Tig sent her, and Leo owes Tig a favor, and favors are the currency of the street.
Only the naïve trust in coincidence.
If you find a lost cat with your name on its collar, it’s fate, right? It’s meant to be. But what if it really is meant to be? Think about it . . . think twice about it.
Locked in a vending machine—bummer!
His stomach rumbled. He could hear his little girl calling him home. Leon hoped it’d be a short winter.
All cats have nine lives; only the bravest have three eyes.
When Mr. Fluffers’ mother warned him about fairies, she failed to mention their pointy spears, sharp teeth, and evil grins. It’s no surprise why some cats choose to keep their third eye closed.
I kill to eat, and to feed the big pink one that cannot hunt.
There are fences, and barbwire, and smoke that burns the eyes and throat. She cannot escape, but like me, she is a survivor.
Justice arrives on the heels of the reaper.
Jasper learned a thing or two in service to the occult. When his tin opener is murdered, he uses his knowledge to summon help in pursuing those who took her before her time.
Six thousand years of plotting threatened by one, weak human.
Not once, in the long history of the Ailurian, had they found it necessary to dispose of a human. But Commander Hegel was adamant it must be done. Just how, was Cleo’s problem.