Sherlock Herms in Back to the Future
Tuesdays with Dori Celebrates National #LoveYourPetDay
Sherlock Herms Returns
Fifty Shades of Grey-Tabby
Sherlock Herms: The Conclusion of The Making of a Master Detective

Sherlock Herms in Back to the Future

With the morning sunlight diluted by pregnant storm clouds, three tabby cats—one grey, one orange, and one with a French accent—huddled on the porch of their pink-bricked home. As they studied the front page of The Early Bird Chronicle, their whiskers twitched with worry.

Despite cats not liking to get wet, it wasn’t the weather report predicting rain that concerned them. Nor was it the ridiculous City Guide Feature declaring rats made better pets than cats. No! It was the screaming headlines that made their breakfasts churn in their tummies.

The grey tabby said, “We need to hide this from Mom. She cries in my fur when she thinks she’ll never see Herman again. I hate wet fur. But even more, I hate to hear her cry.”

The tabby with a French accent said, “We also must hide zis from Dori.”

The orange tabby’s whiskers curled with disgust. “Why? She’s the one who lost Herman.”

“Not on purrrpose,” Chauncie Marie declared.

“Dori never does anything on purrrpose,” Opie growled. “But bad stuff happens whenever she’s involved.”

“Not bad.”

“Bad! Remember when she invited that fake reality teevee Ghost Guy to come to our house? He released demons through an Ouija board. We had to move!”

“But we moved right back, n’est-ce pas?” Chauncie Marie pointed out.

“After that Patty Kiss lady burned down our house.”

“Hissst. That’s supposed to be a secret,” Peaches their Alpha Queen warned as she joined them. “Our pawrents don’t remember that. Herman’s Guardian Angel, Charley, erased their memory.”

“Charley supposedly erased all of our memories,” Opie said, “but they came back. Maybe they came back for our pawrents too.”

“I don’t think so,” Peaches told him. “Cats remember incidents that hoomons have long forgotten.”

“Like how we were worsheeped in Awn-chant Eee-gypt,” said Chauncie Marie. “Ow I meess ze good old days.”

Hearing the jangle of car keys from inside the house, Frank said, “Dad is leaving for work. Better destroy the mewspaper before Mom sees it.”

Like choreographed dancers, they shredded the newspaper. Then, as the wind scattered the scraps throughout the neighborhood, something fiery in the sky caught their attention. Read More

Tuesdays with Dori Celebrates National #LoveYourPetDay

Welcome back to another Tuesdays with Dori. Hi, I’m Dori. *wavy paws*

Today is National Love Your Pet Day, a day set aside for our pawrents to lavish us with extwa attention and pampurrring.

Please tell yoor hoomons that pets relieve stwess and lowers blood pwessure…unless they are neurotic like my Uncle Jesse who keeps rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and rubbing…and rubbing…my Mom’s legs while she’s seated at her desk. Because of Uncle Jesse’s neurotic rubbing, Mom has developed an eye twitch. But she has absolutely no doubt that Uncle Jesse loves her. Sooooo much!

Here at Wonderpurr H.Q., every day is Love Your Pet Day. We keep Mom hopping with our ever-changing demands for tasty noms. Recently somebody talked Mom into buying us raw diet noms. We all stood around watching while she made it. The sight of her hopeful expression as she presented the noms still brings a tear to my eye. Of course we all rejected it.

Except Candy.

God help her, she doesn’t need another calorie.

Here is a look back at three ways my Mom has tried (and um… failed) to make every day National Love Your Pet Day at our house: Read More

Sherlock Herms Returns

Coming Wednesday, February 21st…

Herman TattleCat returns on a new day – WEDNESDAYS – in his latest Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mystery. Be sure to tell all your furnends! This adventure will be his biggest — his best — and the most talked about in the Anipal Twitterverse!

If you need to catch up on the Sherlock Herms Adventures…check out his Case Note Archives.

Fifty Shades of Grey-Tabby

Next Tuesday is National Love Your Pet Day.

I don’t think this is what they mean…. Do yoo?

Be sure to return next week for Tuesdays with Dori.

Also — Ta Daaaa!

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Sherlock Herms: The Conclusion of The Making of a Master Detective

With the holidays behind us, Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries resumes on Wednesday with his new adventure: Back to the Future! To refresh your meowmories…or if you’re new to our weekly blog serial, we are reposting the Conclusion of Sherlock Herms: The Making of a Master Detective. See you next Wednesday!

Previously on Sherlock Herms: The Making of a Master Detective…

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7. Part 8. Part 9.

“What’s the Chewy.com box for?” I asked Dori.

“Wemember when I asked if yoo knew where babies come from? Yoo said storks. But I knew better. Yes, storks are involved, but they deliver babies that come from Chewy.com.”

“But what does a Chewy box have to do with getting me home?”

Dori assembled the cardboard into it’s box shape. “Simple, Hwermie. Yoo get into the box, and I bwing yoo home.”

“But Mosey moves away when I approach him.”

Dori gestured to the box. “Get in.”

I tried to hop inside, but the damp, soggy English weather had seeped into my old bones and I struggled. Finally Dori tipped the box on its side, I walked in, and she flipped the lid closed. I heard her ask Mrs. Gray for help. I felt the box leave the floor, but then I was jiggled around as Mrs. Gray chased after Mosey.

She finally placed the box on the floor and I rolled out. “It’s not going to work, Dori.”

Instead of tears I saw determination on my little sisfur’s pretty face. “It’s going to work, Hwermie. I’m gonna get yoo home. Or I’m staying here with yoo. Yoor my brofur and bestest furend. I’m never gonna leave yoo.”

And now…

The Conclusion.

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