Posts Tagged ‘Queenie’

Meet Queenie


September 26th, 2019 Posted 8:46 am

I tried hissing. I have a loud, harsh hiss that even scares me sometimes. She went on chewing. Her cud? Is that what it’s called? I believe so. And then came the very worst moment of the whole episode. The cow slobbered some of that cud directly down on me! On my sublime and glowing coat! I know how terrible you’re feeling for me right now, and I appreciate it. I’m sure nothing remotely so awful has ever happened to you.

(Queenie’s on the right, below. Paws vs. Claws is middle-grade, so if you’re done with middle grades, please have fake ID ready.)





September 15th, 2019 Posted 8:16 am

On Sundays we do beginnings – the first paragraph or two from a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker. For one thing, this gives us a chance to trot out the word moniker! Last Sunday we did a beginning that was also a sneak peek. Paws vs. Claws, the second in the middle grade Queenie and Arthur series, comes out on Tuesday. Queenie’s a cat, Arthur a dog. They take care of the narration in alternating chapters. Since Queenie got chapter one, it’s only fair that today we present the beginning of chapter two.

I dreamed I was at a cookout. I love cookouts so this dream couldn’t have been any better. Bro was at the grill flipping burgers. Burgers flipped by Harmony stay flipped. Burgers flipped by Bro have a way of getting loose from time to time. That’s something I’ve noticed all by my very own self. You may hear that old Arthur doesn’t have a lot going on upstairs. Don’t you believe it! I’m upstairs every night, sleeping under Bro’s bed. That way I have two roofs over my head, one the bed and the other the actual roof. What could be snugger than that? So there I was caught up in a very snug dream, a burger in my near future, when from over in the meadow I heard the mooing of a cow. Was this mooing part of the dream? Or part of whatever happens in the world when I’m all caught up in a dream? Whoa! That was a deep thought. I prefer the other kind, not so deep. With all this confusion going on, my lovely cookout dream faded away until there was nothing left but the smell of grilling burgers. I came very close to waking up, settling into a nice doze at the very last moment. Arthur dodges a bullet! Which had actually sort of happened once with real gunfire, a big event for all of us at the inn, although the details grow sketchier every day. One thing I know how to do is keep a clear mind. A clear mind is ready for anything!



Beginnings: RUFF VS. FLUFF


April 21st, 2019 Posted 9:00 am

I have the most beautiful voice. I use it to say just one thing: Me-ow! Have you ever heard anything so lovely? And it starts with “me”! How great is that? I love starting with me. In fact, I have no time for anything that doesn’t start with me and keep on going with me right until it ends, with me. Me—or actually ME—is how I think of myself, but you can call me Queenie, like all the other humans. Call me Queenie—but don’t expect me to come, or perform some stupid trick, or pay the slightest attention to you. You have my permission to look at me all you want. I don’t blame you. I’m a thing of beauty.

Probably this is a good moment to describe myself. Where to even start? With my tail? Kind of cool, starting at the end. And I’m cool, no doubt about that. Mom always says, “That Queenie is one cool cat.” Not my mom, who I really don’t remember, but the kids’ mom, who has another name I can’t be bothered to come up with at the moment, and anyway she’s just Mom around these parts.

These parts are what humans call snow country, although we didn’t have any snow yet and it was getting close to Christmas. I knew it was close to Christmas because Elrod hauled a big tree into the Big Room and, after a lot of grunting and fumbling around plus muttered words that won’t be repeated here, got it set up in front of the fireplace. I myself was watching this performance from one of my favorite spots, namely on the top shelf of the bookcase in the corner. Books can be quite comfortable. Were you aware of that already? What do humans actually know? I’m afraid the true answer might disappoint.


The Voice of Queenie


March 8th, 2019 Posted 8:00 am

Elrod’s the handyman. Why? Because he’s a man with hands? I had no interest in exploring the question. Humans have their ways, usually noisy, and we in the cat world have ours, usually quiet. At the moment I was absolutely motionless and silent, yet still somehow the main character.

(From RUFF VS. FLUFF, first in the new middle-grade Queenie and Arthur series, coming March 26 and available for preorder – adults requiring fake ID.)

[Today’s post is dedicated to our friends Leonard and Amalia.]


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