CritterZone Air Naturalizer

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Sherlock Herms in… Rejected!
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Sherlock Herms: In-Between Cases 1 and 2 – Part 2
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Sherlock Herms: In-Between Cases 1 and 2
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Sherlock Herms: The Case of The Dancing Ghosts – Conclusion
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Sherlock Herms and The Case of the Dancing Ghosts – Part 5
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Sherlock Herms: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts – Part 4
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Sherlock Herms: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts – Part 3
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Sherlock Herms: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts – Part 2
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Sherlock Herms in His 1st Big Caper: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts

Sherlock Herms in… Rejected!

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I held the copy of my letter in my paws. What did I do wrong?

I’d started over eight times. Mom always says first impressions are lasting impressions. I’d wanted my letter to be purrfect. I’d hoped that if he liked what I wrote, he would want to meet me in purrrson. Maybe even solve a case with me.

Dear Mr. Holmes,

I wanted to introduce myself since we are in the same business of detecting stuff. I am Sherlock Herms of the Wonderpurr Detective Agency. I have one assistant, like you do with Watson…only my assistant is my little sisfur, Dori. I don’t suppose you’ve ever had to take your little sisfur on a caper. Anyway! We just solved our first case. It had ghosts that needed to be busted. We were paid two huge quarters. Have you ever solved a case with ghosts? Just wondering. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.

I’m a huge fan of yours. I watched one of your hissstorical doc-mew-mentaries last night on teevee to pick up tips on solving cases. Maybe someday when I get real good at solving cases myself, you and me could maybe get together… Discuss stuff. Or maybe not if you’re real busy. You probably are, so…

Maybe if you have an extra picture of yourself lying around, you could pawtograph it for me. I would hang it over my desk and look at it all the time for inspurration. But if you don’t have time to have your picture taken…or don’t want to just because… I understand.

Countless weeks had passed since I’d mailed my fan letter business correspondence to my hero. Sherlock Holmes had to be back from his case by now. He had to have gone through his stack of mail. He had to have seen my letter. Unless the mail carrier had gone postal and flung my letter into the River Thames…there was only one conclusion: I’d been rejected. Rejected by my hero. Read More

Sherlock Herms: In-Between Cases 1 and 2 – Part 2

Previously on Sherlock Herms… In-Between Cases 1 & 2…

When we last left our hero, Herman TattleCat – the dashing hardboiled detective with grit in his blood – he had just sent a fan letter business correspondence to his hero, Sherlock Holmes, asking for tips on solving cases (and maybe an autographed photo if Holmes wasn’t too busy) when his sisfur/assistant, the beautiful but trash-basket-rooting Adorapurr aka Dori, showed him a book about the basics of ghost hunting. There were rules to be followed…like getting purrmission to investigate a haunted house instead of barging in and just doing it. Also, there were rules about wearing the proper clothing, like scarves and shoes. However, as neither Herman or Dori wear scarves, and they can’t zoom in shoes, they decide to wing it like they did on their first case.

Then the phone rings, and they are hired for their second case!

And now…In-Between Cases – Part 2

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Sherlock Herms: In-Between Cases 1 and 2

In Between Cases PromoMom? Could I have a refill?” I stood in the doorway of my Wonderpurr Detective Agency, holding my cup. My mom has a coffee bar set up in the corner of her author-office. I’m just starting out so I can’t afford my own, yet.

Hi, I’m Sherlock Herms, a hardboiled detective with grit in my blood. I’d just solved my first paying mystery—the Case of the Dancing Ghosts—two days ago, and I was anxious to solve another. My mom wants to write mysteries, and since I’m her mews, I decided to open my own detective agency so I could learn about solving crimes.

Mom looked up from paying bills. She doesn’t like to pay bills on her author computer…says the financial mojo messes with her creative mojo, but there is no way around it. The old computer has retired due to Microsoft no longer supporting Windows XP. I have no idea what that means…nor do I care. I just wanted more coffee.

“What did you do with the last cup?” she asked. “You didn’t drink it, did you? Coffee will stunt your growth.”

Herman with coffee

“No, I just like how it smells in my office.” Truthfully, I didn’t. But us detectives drink a lot of coffee. I read that somewhere. Read More

Sherlock Herms: The Case of The Dancing Ghosts – Conclusion

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When we last left our hero, Herman TattleCat – the dashing hardboiled detective with grit in his blood, and his beautiful yet sated sisfur/assistant, Dori, they had come to the conclusion that the Throckley mansion was contaminated with ghosts, and the CritterZone Air Naturalizer that Dori had pulled from the wall when they were sucked into the kitty play tunnel-slash-trans-portal might eliminate the ghosts. But before they did that, Herman wanted to find out how the ghosts got dead in the first place.

Dori wanted to hire a Medium to connect with the ghosts by letting them inside their bodies to talk, but Herman couldn’t afford one. Plus he didn’t like the idea of Old Man Throckley inside him, all drooly and stinky.

Suddenly the ghost party returned, making Dori and Herman run upstairs to the third floor where Throckley appeared, holding a hammer. Herman was afraid he would hit them, but then Throckley walked through them, through the wall. When an explosion of violent hammering burst from beyond the wall, Dori zoomed back downstairs, but Herman remained behind, determined to solve the mystery. With his sensitive whiskers tingling with feline intuition, Herman put his paw on the wall. It felt cold. Really really cold.

Then, it hit him!

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The Conclusion.

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Sherlock Herms and The Case of the Dancing Ghosts – Part 5

Previously on Sherlock Herms…The Case of the Dancing Ghosts…Sherlock Herms 1st caper cover CROPPED

When we last left our hero, Herman TattleCat – the dashing hardboiled detective with grit in his blood, and his beautiful yet bored sisfur/assistant, Dori – they had just explored the second floor of Roland Blunden’s haunted house when Herman saw the ghost of the former owner, Old Man Throckley, in his bedroom on the third floor…and peeded his floofy britches. While Dori researched ghosts from a book she had taken from her mom’s library, Herman followed Gladys, the singing mother ghost, into the kitchen where he watched her prepare ghost chicken in the greasy black frying pan. He saw her remove a packet of something from a jar of pineapple and add it to the chicken before vanishing.

Herman and Dori return to the third floor where Herman saw Throckley’s ghost. Something about the third floor makes his sensitive whiskers tingle, but since he doesn’t own a pipe like Sherlock Holmes, or smoke cigarettes like Sam Spade, Herman has to rely on his superior feline instinct to figure out what is wrong. Meanwhile…Dori is bored and wants to go home. Suddenly they hear music and laughter from downstairs. The ghost party has returned. Standing at the top of the stairs they see the ghost couple, Christina and Gorgeous George, dancing up the stairs toward them…straight through them…and then they dance right through a solid wall. A moment later Herman and Dori hear a shrill, horrible scream that comes from behind that wall. And then…all is eerily silent.

And now…Part 5

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Sherlock Herms: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts – Part 4

Previously on Sherlock Herms…The Case of the Dancing Ghosts…

When we last left our hero, Herman TattleCat – the dashing hardboiled detective with grit in his blood, and his beautiful yet hungry sisfur/ assistant, Dori – they had just received payment in advance for their first case. Roland Blunden of the Chelmsford Blunden’s—who said ‘whilst’ instead of ‘while’ because he was British—wanted them to prove his house wasn’t haunted, and if it was haunted, he wanted the ghosts busted so he could sell the property at triple his investment. They had 24 hours to do their job, or Blunden would demand his two quarters back.

With their work cut out for them—they saw a dancing ghost couple on the staircase shortly after Blunden left—Herman and Dori headed across the street to question a neighbor about the house’s original owner who mysteriously disappeared in 1923—twenty years ago. As Herman lived in the 21st Century before his stroller was sucked into a glowing kitty play tunnel rumored to be a trans-portal, he surmised he had time traveled to the 1940s for his first case.

The neighbor, aka Broom Lady, had vivid recall of the night twenty years ago when the owner left town on a business trip, and his young wife and her bawdy mother threw a dilly of a party with liquor and cigarettes. But then her favorite radio program came on and she flicked her broom at them to shoo them off her porch. Disappointed that neither Blunden nor Broom Lady would serve her refreshments, Dori got revenge by eating grass and then throwing up on Blunden’s valuable Oriental (an old rug, not a Siamese cat.)

And now…Part 4

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Sherlock Herms: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts – Part 3

Previously on Sherlock Herms…The Case of the Dancing Ghosts…

When we last left our hero, Herman TattleCat – the dashing hardboiled detective with grit in his blood, and his beautiful yet uncoordinated sisfur/assistant, Dori – they had just arrived at the location of their first case after being sucked through a kitty play tunnel that doubled as a trans-portal. Because Dori had been mesmerized by the pink button on the control panel that she had been warned not to touch, but pawed repeatedly anyway—with each touch the button delayed their arrival by ten days—they arrived in British Columbia eleven months later.

Looking like an extra from The Maltese Falcon, their first client, Roland Blunden of the Chelmsford Blunden’s, explained the house he had purchased ‘whilst’ still in England (he’s British so he said whilst instead of while) was rumored to be haunted, and he couldn’t sell it until they either proved it wasn’t, or got rid of the ghosts. They had 24 hours to do their job, or Blunden would demand his two quarters back that Dori had demanded he prepay.

And now…Part 3

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Sherlock Herms: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts – Part 2

Previously on Sherlock Herms…The Case of the Dancing Ghosts…Sherlock Herms 1st caper cover CROPPED

When we last left our hero, Herman TattleCat – the dashing hardboiled detective with grit in his blood – he had just opened the Wonderpurr Detective Agency and had been hired to take his first case. However, he had concerns about the location of the case, as he didn’t have purrmission to leave the yard. That’s when his brofurs, Opie and Jack, arrived with Herman’s Gen7Pets stroller…with slight modifications…along with a nylon cat play tunnel that was said to be a trans-portal.

Accompanied by his sisfur –the beautiful though uncoordinated Adorapurr aka Dori – Herman climbed into his tricked out stroller, and pressed the H on his collar to the H on the control panel with a scary array of glowing buttons, including a pretty pink one that had Dori mesmerized. After Dori meowed the address and pawed the appropriate button, Herman’s Ride began to shake like a wet dog. Before them the nylon tunnel glowed in the attic’s shadowy darkness. Herman thought it looked like it was growing bigger…or maybe he and Dori were shrinking. Either way, his Ride was rolling toward it, as though being sucked inside.

While Dori freaked out – “Haalllp! We are being eaten!” – Herman zipped the stroller’s hood into place just as Opie and Jack returned, waving their paws. Despite the bouncing and the blurring Herman can see the fur on their backs standing straight up.

“Stop!” Jack yowled. “I forgot to tell you—” Then he was gone. And Opie was gone.

Everything was gone!

And now…Part 2

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Sherlock Herms in His 1st Big Caper: The Case of the Dancing Ghosts

My name is Sherlock Herms. It is my business to know what others don’t know. At least that’s what I hoped for once I got my paws wet as a private investigator. It was my first day on the job.

The Wonderpurr Detective Agency had been open for business all of twenty minutes, but my phone hadn’t rung once. I flicked my floofy tail with impatience. How long would I have to wait before someone hired me to solve a caper?

It all began a couple nights ago when Mom and I were wide awake cuz Dad was snoring Classic 70’s rock songs in his sleep. We ended up in front of the TV watching a documentary on famous detectives. Mom told me to pay close attention. She had decided to write mysteries. She seemed pretty set on doing it. That made me nervous.

I’m her mews, you see. I inspire her when she writes novels. I even starred in FINDING MYA for her. But how could I inspire her when I know nuffin’ about solving mysteries? If I fell down on the job, she might ask my arch-nemesis to be her mews. He’s a chunky orange tabby named Opie. He’s also my brofur.

With that in mind, I paid close attention to the documentary featuring Sam Spade, Philip Marlowe, Mike Hammer, Dick Tracy, Charlie Chan, and the husband and wife team, Nick and Nora Charles. My purrrsonal favorites were Spade and Marlowe for their hardboiled detective lingo, and Sherlock Holmes for his use of logical reason to solve cases. Plus I liked his hat. Read More

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