Cat Tales for Cat Lovers

by Jane Wenham-Jones

Genres: Humor & Satire; Short Stories

Synopsis

If you love Milly Johnson, Trisha Ashley and Catherine Alliott, you'll love Jane Wenham-Jones's deliciously entertaining stories! 'Funny, realistic and full of insight' Katie Fforde 'I love Jane's writing!' Jill Mansell 'Feel-good' Woman & Home Henry goes missing, Blosha comes to stay, Oliver rules the roost, Mo has a birthday while Bruiser causes havoc. And doesn't everyone have a love of Mozart? Six charming and touching, cat-centric stories from popular novelist Jane Wenham-Jones. Curl up with your favourite feline and enjoy... Don't miss Jane's delightfully entertaining novels, filled with humour and insight: The Big Five O, Mum in the Middle, One Glass is Never Enough, Prime Time and Perfect Alibis are all out now!

Release date: May 22, 2014

Publisher: Accent Press

Print pages: 27

Sample

A Love of Mozart

‘Ahgggghhhh!’

I gave a shriek and slammed the kitchen door.

‘Mouse!’ I gasped, staggering against the doorpost, ‘Still alive!’

My sister leapt to her feet.

‘Brilliant!’ she said. ‘You keep screaming. I’ll go and get your neighbour to rescue us!’

‘No!’

I ran after Liz as she raced for the front door.

‘I don’t want him in here.’

Liz stopped. ‘Are you kidding? He’s gorgeous!’

‘No!’

Liz sighed and scooped up Mozart.

‘Go on you idle great lump!’ she said. ‘You brought it in. You get rid of it!’

She opened the kitchen door, deposited my cat inside, and closed it again while I quivered on the sofa.

‘You’re hopeless!’ she said to me. ‘No idea of how to grasp an opportunity.’

 I kept quiet, not wanting to argue with her until she’d safely disposed of the rodent rampaging about my vinyl flooring. She took my silence as permission to deliver the full, unedited lecture on my shortcomings in the romantic liaisons department since I’d become single.

‘Sitting in here night after night!’ she finished sternly, ‘moping about!’

‘I’m not moping!’ I said feebly, but Liz was back in the kitchen wearing rubber gloves and a determined expression.

‘And the trouble with That Cat,’ she continued, as she emerged later to report the corpse had been removed, ‘is that he’s too fat! I’m surprised he can catch anything!’

I reached down to stroke the tabby head. ‘He’s not,’ I said defensively, ‘he’s just big,’

‘Greedy and bone idle!’ said Liz, nudging him with the side of her foot. ‘Instead of smothering him with love and too much food, you should be chatting to next-door!’

I shook my head.

‘He’s not my type. I told you that when the lights fused!’

I had no intention of telling Liz that he’d been making jokes about my beloved Mozart too!

‘Dear me, he’ll get stuck one day!’

A head had appeared over the back fence as I was watching Mozart ease h. . .