Tuesday, February 24, 2015

#New Release -- Li’l Tom and the Pussyfoot Detective Bureau: The Case of the Parrots Desaparecidos by Angela Crider Neary -- #Giveaway

Be sure and leave a comment for a chance to win a free ecopy of Angela Crider Neary's Li’l Tom and the Pussyfoot Detective Bureau: The Case of the Parrots Desaparecidos.


Someone is stealing the parrots of Telegraph Hill! San Francisco is plagued with a rash of exotic birdnappings, and it's up to Li'l Tom and Lola of the Pussyfoot Detective Bureau to track down the culprits and put an end to this sinister scheme. With the help of a motley crew of cats, one rat, and a dog, they'll venture into the dangerous back alleys of Chinatown to rescue the brilliantly plumaged captives!

LI'L TOM AND THE PUSSYFOOT DETECTIVE BUREAU: THE CASE OF THE PARROTS DESAPARECIDOS is a whimsical, all-ages mystery featuring a pair of charming feline detectives. Packed with action, humor, colorful characters, and vivid settings, it's a delightful reading experience for young and old!


     My name is Lil Tom. Yep, Lil Tom. I know it's not real macho, but I'm a kitten, and you know what kinda names we get - stuff like Mittens, Fluffy, Snowball, Mr. Meowums - you get the picture. Why can't we be named something regular, like James, Christopher, or Nelson? At least I have the Tom part. That's pretty normal. I just can't shake the opening “Lil.”
     Despite the embarrassing name, I've done pretty well for myself. I head up the elite Pussyfoot Detective Bureau of Telegraph Hill here in San Francisco. I also live on Telegraph Hill. Telegraphs a great place for cats to live a low profile life without much interference from the humans. There are plenty of places for us to take up residence without much notice, like under the myriad of wooden decks and staircases, or the overgrown gardens, flowing with blossoms almost year round. I, myself, am a drifter. I was shunned from my litter as the runt, so have been on my own ever since. But thats okay with me. Whenever I need refuge or a bite to eat, I use any one of the many doggie/kitty doors carved out and leading into the high-priced cottages on the hill. Theres usually a sociable human in these places who is willing to give you a friendly rub and a bite of tuna fish, or even a bowl of Tender Vittles if they happen to have them in stock. Oh, dont get me wrong, I have a home base with a human couple who think they “own” me, but I generally go my own way until I need a regular meal or a change of fur - and maybe a nap in the cozy kitty condo they have set up for me. I usually stay gone long enough for them to have given up on me and then I suddenly reappear, to their delight. Gotta keep ‘em on their toes.
     Now, although the humans are not much of a problem around here, dogs are a different story.