Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Diesel the Maine Coon speaks...

Diesel Harris, the Maine Coon cat, from the bestselling Cat in the Stacks series by Miranda James

The first thing any human ever notices about me is my size. They’ve usually never seen a cat like me before. I’m a Maine Coon, and we can get to be pretty big -- and I’m not talking about overeating and being obese, thank you. Male Maine Coons like me can weigh as much as twenty-five pounds, but I guess my parents must have been larger than average. I’m about three now – in human time, that is – and the last time Charlie (my human) took me to the vet and they weighed me I was a bit over thirty-six pounds.

What I hear most when people see me the first time is: “What is that thing? Is it a dog?” (Actually, since this is the Deep South, it sounds more like “What is that thang? Is it a dawg?”) Charlie smiles and explains about Maine Coons while I stare politely at them.

Cats can read character, and I’m particularly sensitive to humans. I like them. They can be really amusing, and they like to scratch my head and behind my ears. That’s okay by me, as long as their claws aren’t too long.

Charlie, my human, is a nice man. He feeds me well and takes me with him just about everywhere he goes – though I usually have to wear a harness and be on a leash. Charlie ought to know by now that I’m perfectly well-behaved and won’t go running off without him. But evidently there’s something called a law here in Athena, Mississippi, that says he has to do it if I’m out in public. I can see the point with dogs – they’ll go running off just to roll around in something nasty – but truly intelligent cats like me wouldn’t.

Life with Charlie was calm the first couple of years, but strange things have been happening the past year or so. He seems to have this ability to find dead humans, and then he gets us both involved in finding out who killed them. Charlie’s smart – he’s a librarian, whatever that is, and evidently they’re all pretty sharp in the mental department. I help whenever I can, of course, but I’m not that fond of dead humans. Dead birds and mice, yes, because at least they’re edible. 

This person called Miranda James has been writing up Charlie’s and my adventures in mystery-solving, so you can read about us if you like. The titles are Murder Past Due and Classified as Murder and File M for Murder. Miranda finally got around to telling the story of our fourth mystery, Out of Circulation, and it’s available now. I heard that another one, The Silence of the Library, will be available at the end of January. I wish I knew what January is.

It’s dinnertime, and I’m going to see if I can charm the humans out of some tidbits. Nice chatting with you.


  1. Rolling in something nasty! Ha! It's perfume to our vastly superior noses. You cats are so easy to disgust.

  2. I added the January release to my advance title list. I can't wait to get it.

    Diesel I would love to have one of your brothers or sisters as a housemate... If only I weren't allergic to all y'all.

  3. I finally googled maine coon cat for pictures, and wow you are gorgeous! Which color are you Diesel?