New Max Adventures: Max and Tammy

Max and Tammy

Purr. My whiskers are twitching in pride. I had so much fun telling these stories of my adventures with my friend Tammy. You met her in Tails From The Park. 

In this new book, we team up for adventures and misadventures. You'll meet some old acquaintances like Ivan and the Russian Blues and Maintenance Man along with a new cast of characters as we prowl the park together.

Buried Treasure. Big dogs. A Gang of Cats. A kidnapping. And tangles with Maintenance Man.


Trouble has a way of finding Max, but when he teams up with young schoolgirl, Tammy, it’s double trouble. Max and Tammy find adventures galore in The Park.


Across The Universe - A treasure hunt with a surprise.


Hold On To Your Dreams - A visit to a horse is just the beginning of the pals’ adventures when Tammy falls and they spend a long, dark night together.


The Paradise Circus - A circus of performing cats, a Diva, and a gang of really bad cats.


The Passenger - Max is kidnapped.


The Pipeline - A storm turns a game into a rescue mission.


With A Little Help From My Friends - Max is mistaken for a thief.


Kathmandu - Max and Tammy explore a vacant trailer home and become crimebusters.


Get your Maxitude double with these humorous adventure tales.

Max and Tammy is available on Amazon. Get your copy and tell me what you think.

Head bumps!

Max

Max and Tammy

If you've read Monday, Monday in Tails From The Park, 

you met Tammy. Now I'm teaming up with Tammy and we're telling Young Adult stories with a bit of adventure (Hey, it can't be me without adventure!) and a bit of mystery.  The book is coming out this spring. Here's a bit from the beginning.

With that I slipped into the library and stopped in the middle of the room. A large window, (actually the only window) gave us a view of the grassy field. The whole of the room was painted white; along the walls were a series of white book shelves that were mostly half empty. In a corner was a little nook with a table and chairs. On the table was a single table lamp, but there was so much natural light from the big window that Tammy never turned it on.

There, sitting amongst the library things were boxes filled to the brim with books. These were the donations that Tammy and I were going to sort through. My friend immediately started opening these boxes, making stacks of books according to the author’s names. It looked like a lot of work and Tammy was hard at it when I saw my work station high up on the big window. A large empty shelf called out to me; it looked to be just the right size for a plump cat like myself. I leaped up to it easily enough and stretched out to suck up the mid–day sun. Those wonderful rays beat in through the glass, like a cat nap express. All the while Tammy kept making more and more piles of books. Every so often she squealed in her excitement.

She jumped to her feet and picked up a stack of books, she declared. “These will have to go up on that shelf you’re laying on, Max at least for the time being.” With that she placed one book after another and filled the empty space behind me with red, yellow, blue, and black colored books. In no time, I was being forced into a smaller and smaller space.

As she started on another armful of books I needed to move, so I carefully jumped over her hands, and stood precariously on top of this new row of books. Suddenly they started to wobble. Tammy stuck out her hand to help me but my balance was way off. Something which rarely ever happens to me.      

The books tipped over and plummeted to the floor. I stuck out my right paw and hooked a booked entitled Huckleberry Finn. With her other hand Tammy tried to stop me but I swung to one side as Huck and I slipped off the shelf and into mid-air.

 Now's the purrfect time to join the Max Gang. Get personal emails from me about book releases. You'll know when the first Max and Tammy book is ready. So put your paw on your mouse and click Max Gang.

Head bumps,

Max

 

Cats Love Independence

We Train Everyone!
Check out this kitty's travel

If you've read any of my stories you know I'm out and about...a lot. And, I work hard at training the humans. This kitty definitely sets a pace for an entire crew. And, he seems to have everything under control.

When I go out, trouble seems to find me even when I'm on an innocent bug chase. I need to practice this control without trouble. I'll let you know if I find the secret.

If you haven't read about my adventures where trouble meets me wherever I go, check out the books on Amazon.

Head bumps!

Max

Opening Doors: A Guest Post from Tim Hammill

Guest post from Dad (Tim Hammill)

It's about me, so I think this is really cool. :)

Opening Doors

I have to say I was really impressed in what Max did today. I was in the bathroom, really minding my own business reading when in walked the dude himself.

     He sat beside the door and watched me. I could just see him out of my periphery vision and decided to ignore him. Good luck on that one fella.

     All of a sudden he wandered over and sat in front of the short cabinet that the sink is in. And like every other trailer and home in the world there is a small storage compartment there, with a door that closes over it.

     Now I’m not sure and Max never told me if he wanted that door open or if he in fact wanted to get up onto the counter top and then get into the sink to take one of his cat naps. But he stood up and placed his front paws on the top of the cabinet’s door and not the counter top. I could see him tense as he wound himself up to launch himself onto the counter top.

     This is where a little bit of imagination comes in on your part. Instead of flying straight up onto the counter top, the door swung open and little by little Max was forced to walk backwards on his rabbits footies until he was up against the bathroom door with no place to go. That is until he dropped his paws allowing the door to swing back a little.

     Not wanting to be jerk and embarrass him, I held my mug and didn’t laugh not one little bit. That is until he tried to do the same exact thing a second time and then a third with the same results each and every time.

     On his third try. I thought I have to go and get a camera. It only took seconds and I was back. Max was still in the bathroom sitting in front of the cabinet waiting. I sat down on the bathrooms floor up against the tub and waited too. Minutes passed but nothing happened.

     ‘Hmm’ I thought how could I help this along? Followed by this is going to be a great photograph.

     In short order I tried two, three, four different things to make my little guy repeat what he had done earlier three times in a row. I even flipped a length of toilet paper around which he swatted at but he wouldn’t move from the corner he was laying in. Nope this was shaping up to be a no-go. Finally I opened the door and he came around to gaze inside but that was all. I shut the door and helped him place his front paws up on the top of the door. Thinking that he’d get the picture cause you know he’s smart. Again nothing, well he started to howl at me and even swatted at his dad, what a mutt.

     No matter what I tried he wasn’t going for it. Finally I gave up and untangled my legs and stood, I left to take my camera back to my office. When I came back I looked into the bathroom, more out of curiosity than anything else and there to my chagrin was Max, his front paws up on the top of the door walking backwards until the door stopped and he stood there looking up at me a priceless expression on his furry face, of. “I did it… where were you?”

     I took this a learning experience that was way overdue for me….

Head bumps,

Max

Max in a box!

Even I don't know how I got in this box!

Good things come in small packages :)

Dad, looked down and there I was compactly curled into this small box. He was busy working on a story. Not one of my stories. He does write his own. But there I was snuggled in.

You can spread some cheer by giving small packages.

All of my 32 tales are collected in a paperback. It's the purrfect gift for your cat loving friends. What could be better than a gift of Maxitude?

And until Christmas Eve you can get the ebook of all the tales for just 99¢ more. 

Paperback Tails From The Park https://goo.gl/EX8SvM. You can add the ebook from there.

ebook Tails From The Park http://goo.gl/GoU3A2

Happy Holidays!

and a head bump!

Max

My New Owl from Katzenworld

Guest Blog from my Writing Partner

Tim Hammill, takes all my dictation, but this time he writes on his own about Katzenworld and their great 4Cats toys. 

Gotta say, I love the owl.

Max’s Owl….

    I don’t get to write too many of these stories, because as a rule I am the one that is forever being dictated to. It goes like this, Max tells me what to write and I obediently do as I am told. That’s part of being staff, gotta do as you are told by the Felines.

    But we are going to try something different with this piece. This is strictly what I observed when one night not to long ago. As all good stories go there was a knock at the front door. I opened it and there stood the UPS man with a box in his arms. It was for Max, but I signed for it myself. Mr. Wonderful was sacked out in the back of the trailer someplace and no doubt wouldn’t want to be disturbed.

    But in short order he stood beside my leg, head bumping me and meowing very loudly. Translated… “Open the box …Dad!!! Come on open the box!!!

    I did. In it was a much anticipated cat nip toy in the shape of an owl. This time when I dropped the empty box on the floor Max didn’t run over to it and stick his nose inside followed by his entire body. His nose in fact was twitching full tilt over what I had in my hand.

    Cat nip!!!

    Maybe it was a mistake but I laid Max’s gift on the table and ran for my camera. It took sometime to locate it and slap it together. With fresh batteries in it I ran back to the kitchen and there he was on the floor with his owl. I couldn’t make up my mind if he was in love with it or this was the start of a battle of wills between my feline and his new toy, which was either an angel of love or a villain of the first order. Besides he was way too engrossed in his chewing and kneading and cuddling and all the things that dignified cats do with a new toy. That is…they go nuts!

    And so it went, it was hard to keep up with him as he played and flipped it in the air only to capture it in his mock battles until finally he succumbed to exhaustion and then sleep.

    That was a week ago; the owl is still around though a bit soggy at times and covered in cat hair. It has an odd smell now too. But both Baby (she’s a calico) and The Maxtor (an American Shorthair) play with it and sleep on it. In shifts that is. They both have other toys but for now Max’s owl is hands down the house favorite. It is by far the best toy I have ever bought for Max. And I owe it all to Marc and his blog’s (Katzenworld) store. Which I have been told is full of all kinds of Christmas goodies, which I am going to have to look into.

    Thanks for listening or reading, or…you know what mean.

Max’s Dad….

    

More Max! Book 4 Tails From The Park

Cat Territory

Purrrr! I'm turning in circles. The humans have done it again. My fourth book is now ready to pre-order. It will be live on October 15. Tails From The Park (Series 4)

Every cat has his territory, and he protects it. "Slippery When Wet" tells the story of a new cat coming into my space. There's a beginning which starts like the photo and an end. Read the excerpt below.


Don't forget to pre-order my next book at Amazon.

Triumphantly, he came down the path toward me. The dead rodent’s tail and short little legs hung down lifeless and limp. With his cat eyes flashing and his neck muscles popped out, this ghost held his head up high. Only once did he glance over his shoulder just to make sure he was alone and safe. I watched him intently from my perch. I sat up and hunched my shoulders forward with a paw draped over the edge of my wooden shelf. I’m sure he saw my claws when they gripped the edge just for effect.

From deep inside of me a growl built up as I glared down at him. But even forewarned, he didn’t slow down until he was almost under me. At that point he dropped his kill to the ground and looked up. Nervously licking his lips, he waited. I know fealty when I see it and I was impressed with this youngster.

I could smell the sweet scent of blood as it wafted up to me in the hot air. Even though this was his kill, and me being me, I made him wait for it. For, what you ask? Why…my approval of course. As a poacher he needed permission from me, the yard master. While he anxiously watched, I lay down on my side. Hesitantly he licked his whiskers that were matted with the dead rodent’s blood.

Droplets of red, red blood dripped off his lion’s chin. All I could think of was how slippery fur feels when it’s soaked wet with blood.

Slippery when wet, my grim little joke!