Thursday, June 4, 2015

My Name Is Grey, Lady Jane Grey

by Lady Jane Grey
from FAT CAT SPREADS OUT by Janet Cantrell

No, I didn’t live in the 1500s and I wasn’t beheaded. I only know about these things because my owner talks about them in front of me. I don’t talk about them. I could, but nobody knows that.

Mostly, when I talk, I repeat things that other people say to me. I make sure they say them a few times before I deign to echo them, though. When I like a person, I’ll start repeating their phrases the first time they say them to me. They like that. For instance, Chase Oliver. I like her, so I don’t make her do it. The first time she said, “Hi there,” to me, I said it right back.

I have to be careful that people don’t find out everything I’m capable of. They might expect a lot of me if they only knew. That cat, Quincy, he knows. He can’t talk at all, but he’s a good communicator. I had to laugh to myself at him when he first saw me. He didn’t know what to think. At first I thought he was afraid of me. Then I thought he might want to eat me. But we became great friends. I’m glad about that. I’ve never had a good friend who was a cat. Most of them don’t get along with parrots.

FAT CAT SPREADS OUT was released June 2nd. Please check Janet’s webpage for links.

A booth at the Bunyan County Harvest Fair seems like the perfect opportunity for Charity “Chase” Oliver and Anna Larson to promote their Bar None bakery business. Unfortunately, plus-sized pussycat Quincy has plans for their delicious dessert bars other than selling them to customers. After tearing through their inventory, Quincy goes roaming the fairgrounds in search of more delights.

But what he finds is murder. 


4 comments:

  1. So glad you still have your head Lady Jane Grey, and you are friends with Quincy. It would have been awful if Quincy wasn't friendly.

    Congrats on your book release!

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  2. Lady Jane Grey, you sound a little scary. We'd meow at you and then run away!

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  3. Grey asked me to post this for her since her claws get tangled up in the keys when she tries to type:

    I'm only scary at first. I'm really a sweetheart!

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