Cat Café

A body is found on the floor of the cat café, and all the black cats are missing!

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Sixty-something cat shelter volunteer Lynley Cannon always seems to find more trouble than a cat in catnip, but this time it’s not about her. Someone is targeting very senior citizens, and when Bea Landrew, owner of the Blue Cat café turns up dead, Lynley’s mom Carol could be next.

Handsome Detective Devon is looking for a link between the victims when he makes a different sort of connection— with Lynley! It’s been a long time since the cat lady had romance in her life, but while her mom is in danger, the case comes first.

Is this killer seeking justice or vengeance? With murder as the outcome, the results are the same.

Thanks to everyone who voted on the three cover background colors for my upcoming Crazy Cat Lady cozy mystery, Cat Café. And the winner is…

~Spring Green~

I think this color goes perfectly with the beautiful cat art, “Coffee, Tea, or Me,” by Leslie Cobb.

The painting was done by Leslie in 2014, without any connection to Cat Café. Here is the real story behind this piece:

“Maude was an elderly, sick cat found as a stray and taken to Oakland Animal Services. A rescue group called Cat Town pulled her from the shelter and placed her in a foster home where she could recover. I saw her photo on Facebook and adopted her. Unfortunately she had a number of chronic health issues, and as a result, we only had ten months together. But I’ll never forget this lovely cat and I’m grateful to Cat Town for giving me the chance to love her.”

 

*Leslie Cobb  comments that “Cat Town, the rescue group from which I adopted Maude, founded the first cat cafe in the U.S. That’s why Maude is pictured in a cafe setting. The oak-leaf design behind her was chosen because that cat cafe is in Oakland, CA.”

 

And now for a taste of Cat Café:

Prologue 

The body was found lying face up on the floor of the Cat Café. Rojo, the large brown tabby, sat astride it, his copious bulk resting firmly on the solar plexus. Had the person been awake, the weight might have proven uncomfortable. The body was past that however; no attempts had been made to move him, no squirms or reprimands. Thus Rojo had settled in for the duration.    

A young cat shelter volunteer with magenta hair and a mad penchant for all things feline found the corpse. Her job was to check in with the café cats every Friday morning, so her presence wasn’t unusual. Nor was it unusual for the demised, one Bea Landrew, to have been there at that early hour—the matron queen of cats often showed up at the crack of dawn to spend quality time with her clowder before the customers arrived. Everything was as it should be except for Bea’s state of health and the fact that sometime on that sunny Portland morning she had keeled over dead after drinking poisoned Morning Thunder tea.

Stay tuned for a Cat Café publish date, pre-order sales, and blog hop book launch, and possibly a physical launch or two.