Sunday, October 28, 2012

Cat, Costumes, and Trick or Treats

 By: Beatrice Matthews
From: The Cumberland Creek Mystery Series
Author: Mollie Cox Bryan
Book 1 Title: Scrapbook of Secrets
Pub. Date: February 2012
Next Book: Scrapped
Pub. Date: December 31, 2012

Beatrice Matthews is eighty-years-old, the mother of Vera, and a quantum physicist. She doesn't belong to the scrapbooking crop, but she still wanted a turn today.
I love to sit on my front porch and watch the hummingbirds. A few other birds catch my attention from time to time—trouble is they catch the neighborhood cats attention, too. Now, I love animals but I don’t like the little dead gifts I often find on my front porch. So I try not to attract cats to my home.
But one fall day, I was sitting on my front porch smelling the fragrant autumn marigolds in the breeze and my eyes drifted to my herb patch, where two big green eyes were surveying me. Well, that’s how it felt anyway. A smoky-gray cat was sitting primly with its paws tucked up under it, right smack in the middle of what was left of my mint, this being fall.  Well, of course, anyone knows that mint and cat nip are in the same family of herbs. So I knew what this pretty little cat was into. She was higher than a kite, lounging about in her “drug." And was very pleased with herself.
“Aren’t you something?” I said out loud to her.
Now, I know cats don’t really smile. But she pressed her eyes together and grinned at me—or at least it looked that way.
Usually, I shoo a cat out of my garden, but there was something about this one. She was no bother. Besides, after the kind of day I’ve had, I didn’t feel much like moving—even to get rid of a cat. So we just sort of regarded one another until I took my old bones in the house and went to bed.
The next morning, as I sat on my porch looking out over my marigolds and pumpkins, I half-looked for the cat. Of course, she was nowhere to be found. Just like a cat, isn’t it? I’d probably never see it again.
Later that day, I was all ready for trick or treaters. I like to dress up as a witch, pull out my grandmother’s old cauldron. and sit on my porch. It adds an extra element of interest for the little ones and for some of the old codgers too, who I suspect think I’m a witch anyway.  I sat down on my porch and watched as the trickle of children began to parade through the neighborhood.
A little girls dress up in a flouncy dress came up my steps, her parents hanging back. She had a basket full of candy already—and a critter on a leash, trailing behind her.
“Well, what are you?” I said to her.
“I’m Mary and this is my lamb,” she said and tugged on the leash. There stood the cat that was lounging in my mint the day before. It was not grinning this time. If my observation skills are accurate, I’d say it was embarrassed and humiliated.
Of course, that’s just foolish. I’m an 80-year-old fool. Cats don’t get embarrassed. Do they? 
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  1. I enjoyed the first book in the series and am looking forward to the next one. Glad to know when it will be released.

  2. If cats can be embarrassed, they should be embarrassed about their undignified behavior when they were kittens!

  3. Cats hide their embarrassment rather well. Have you ever seen a cat fall off of something? They immediately stalk away, head high as though it never happened. If you ask them about it, they'll deny it. It's in the cat manual.

    ~ Mochie

  4. LOL! Mochie, I have witnessed that from time to times. I had not idea that there's an actual manual, though. Intriguing. Yep, Opal there are pretty undignified when they are are kittens--maybe that's why they are so lovable? Thanks so much llk10 for you kind words about the book. Thanks everybody for posting!