Curiosity Thrilled the Cat: A Magical Cats Mystery

Easton gave me a practiced celebrity-greeting the-little-people smile. Unpack one of those computers just for him? When pigs fly, I thought. Unfortunately, it wasn't a pig that suddenly launched itself onto the conductor's head. It was a cat.My cat. Owen. For a moment Owen perched on top of Easton's head, tail twitching, like some sort of kitty Davy Crockett hat. Before any of us could move, he leaped over to the top of one of the bookshelves, shook himself and gave us a wide-eyed stare. What was he doing at the library? How the heck had he gotten into my bag without my noticing?~~~Curiosity Thrilled The CatA Magical Cats MysteryFirst in Series"Something Whiskered This Way Comes..."By Sofie KellyHello! My name is Owen and I'm one of the two main characters in this book! I'm the one that...disappears...Actually, I think I was asked to tell the story about the murder because I set up the storyline, sort of... You see, I jumped and appeared on the head of Gregor Easton. No, it wasn't a head statue, it was the real guy, who just happened to be criticizing my Mom at the time! I had to do something, didn't I?Mom had been hired to become the head librarian and oversee a major renovation to The Mayville Heights Free Public Library. It was almost done but the contractor seemed to be taking sooooo long. And that had caused Gregor Easton, a well-known composer and conductor who was guest artist for the Wild Rose Summer Music Festival, to be frustrated because no internet access, as promised in the new brochure, was yet available!Although things became calm and Easton finally left, Mom was concerned enough to get up early the next day and go to find an independent contractor, Oren, to ask for his help in getting the computer tables put together and try to move the renovation along while the main contractor handled the power. She knew Oren worked mornings at the Stratton Theatre. But she couldn't find Oren right away and started looking. She found, instead, Gregor Easton...He was dead!Worse, a note was later found that indicated that Mom had invited Gregor to meet her at the Library, where the police found other clues that revealed that he had probably been killed there!Mom was in bigggg trouble, so Herc and I knew we had to help. We took turns guarding Mom because she decided she was going to try to find out what was really going on since she knew she was a suspect! But while we were doing it, Mom caught on to our secrets big-time! We were busted! But Hercules was to blame! Let her tell you..."My knees started to shake. I sat down. Hard. Hercules had vanished. He hadn't darted past me. He hadn't run around the corner. He'd walked through a solid wooden door just as if it wasn't there. I could see it again in my head without closing my eyes. He'd vanished through that door and it was almost as though there was a faint pop as the end of his tail disappeared..." Hercules," I called. "C'mon, puss. Where are you?" There was silence and then a faint "Meow" from the other side of the closed door. He was in there. Somehow he was in there. I grabbed the doorknob. Locked. I twisted the knob in frustration. Of course it was locked. The room was part of a murder investigation..."You all will see that both Herc and I found many clues--even though Mom didn't realize what they meant right away. Then she began to put things together until, wow, a killer came after her! Well, needless to say, we were right there to save her life. While Herc went for help, I took a flying leap--well, let Mom tell you, I get mad just thinking about it!"Owen appeared in midair, teeth bared, ears flattened against his head. He landed, yowling on [the killer's] head and dug in his claws..." Mom took over once she was able and then help was coming!I have to tell you, folks, that this was really a very complicated case. The police were trying, and we were gathering clues, but it was Mom who, after her own life had been saved, finally put together who had killed Easton. A truly great whodunit for all you readers!Oh, Mom thinks that you might want to know a little more about me and Herc. Well, Mom came to visit an old abandoned mansion near to her new home when we were just kits. We recognized her love as soon as we saw her and followed her home! But she didn't know we could do tricks...and, frankly, I'll bet she now wonders sometime if we are ghost cats, since that old mansion is supposed to be haunted...I just know we'll be back at BRH (her blog) in the future, cause the owner here loves cats too and even collects cat mystery books! How Cool is That! She said to add that this book is highly recommended as a great whodunit, especially for all of you who love cats too!Meow!Owen...

Kathleen Paulson is a librarian who has moved from Boston to Mayville Heights, Minnesota to take on the job of head librarian and to help with the renovation of the library there. Kathleen has been stung by a former boyfriend and getting away from Boston is a new beginning. Every year Mayville Heights has its Wild Rose Summer Music Festival, and this year the guest musician is Gregor Easton. Kathleen meets him at the library where he demands the use of a computer when no computers are installed yet, due to the renovations. As Easton gets more demanding with Kathleen, suddenly one of her very curious and extremely interesting cats appears to jump on Easton's head. That didn't go over too well with Easton, so Kathleen arranges to have a nice breakfast served to his hotel room the next morning as a token of apology.When Kathleen goes to the Stratton theater later on to find someone to help put the computer tables together in the library, she finds Gregor Easton slumped over the piano with a big gash in his head and not breathing. Kathleen, being at the site, becomes a suspect.The two magical cats, Hercules and Owen, along with Kathleen take on the mystery of who killed Easton. The cats seem to communicate with each other and Kathleen swears that they give each other knowing looks at times. They seem to understand what she says and also find a lot of clues for her. When not investigating, Hercules likes to listen to Barry Manilow with Kathleen and Owen loves tripping out on catnip. And they do love to snoop.I really liked this debut book in a new series about the magical cats and their caregiver, Kathleen Paulson. I think that Sophie Kelly has tapped into a new way of entertaining cat-focused mystery readers with a bit of the supernatural as it applies to Owen and Hercules. In this first book we're introduced to a lot of characters and to the abilities of these two cats. Kathleen can hardly believe what they are capable of, but I have a feeling that they aren't revved up to their full potential in the field of magic yet. Kathleen is a very likeable and sensible woman who makes friends easily in Mayville Heights. Other characters will likely show up in subsequent books, if my guess is correct.I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment in this series and already have it pre-ordered. Anyone who loves cats, mysteries and just a touch of magic should enjoy this book. The magic isn't overdone at all. These kitties give you a touch of magic, just enough to make you laugh a little and wonder if that really just happened.

Great stories, entertaining, fun. I love the way the author develops the characters, and builds community. I feel a part of the group. Wonderful fantasy read!

It's pulled me in to invest in this authors work.

A wonderful book with two fabulous magical cats. It’s only at the very end of the book that their true magical natures are established. After all, no self-respecting cat lets everything out of the bag all at once. You need to let your human have time to get used to new abilities.

Delivery was left in the open with out a know or ringing the doorbell. I never left the house so I did not miss the knock.

Iwanted an easy read now!!(one of the things I like about kindle) I,m not a cat fan I adore large dogs but as a changefrom my recent love affair with Wolves I thought I,d try this, an entertaining story and yes I,m almost converted ---at least to cats in fiction (my GSD would not be happy for real) Helen cambridge