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.

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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.

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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.

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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….

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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! 

Book Reviews - Author Gold

Tails From the Park Reviews

Purrrrrrrring! I can't decide whether to clean my whiskers, turn in circles, or go outside for another adventure.

It's one thing to tell stories and get them up on Amazon but getting reviews is the greatest gift an author can get. Thanks to my readers who took time out of their busy lives to post a review.

Reaching out with a paw of love.

If you want more Max get Tails From The Park (Series 3).

Who would think that a cat named Max would make me want to keep turning the page? Wherever he goes, something happens, and no matter how big the mess, he somehow comes out on top every time. Max continues to delight. VBF

There is more than one book in this series. The books are so cute and funny as they follow Max thru his adventures. I have already pre-ordered the next book. I just love cats. And I wlsh Max was my cat. C. A. Isbell 

Max lives a very full and exciting life, it is fun to see the world through Max's eyes.
Can't wait for the next one.Thomas Allen 

More great Max tails (tales). More scraps with the maintenance man, a conflict with a police dog causing the Sheriff to show up.... You need to read it yourself to learn of Max's other adventures including Max early life before coming to live with Mom and Dad, and Baby. This little character continues to delight and I hope there are more adventures to come.  OldGiantFan

Max continues to entertain me with his adventures.Mary E. Pergande

Max is such an interesting feline. Always getting into such cute situations.
The author Tim seems to think like a cat or does he actually converse with MAX??Nannyof4

Great fun. Great read. So glad I'm getting to know the Maxtor.Barbara Forman-Mack

Max

Meet My Arch Cat Rival, Ivan The Blue

Meet My Arch Cat Rival, Ivan!

Tails From The Park (Series 4) is coming out on October 15. Here's a preview from the chapter Amanda.

A few of his gang became unruly and the lieutenants had to scramble to keep control. Ivan held me down with one massive paw on my upper body. It was getting harder to breathe. His eyes flashed when he turned his head toward me. He opened his mouth and bared his giant fangs. From behind him Amanda jumped onto his back and drove her teeth into his side. He howled and shook her off. I watched as she landed against the sliding glass door. 

She got back up onto her paws and growled. When she stepped out, the floor seemed to jump under us. The deck became a mass of grey bodies as the gangsters flung themselves in all directions, trying to beat a hasty retreat as best they could. In a matter of seconds only Amanda, Ivan, his two lieutenants and I were left on the deck. I had double vision but I could see that the kitchen light had come on. The door’s lock unlatched and a whoosh of hot air ruffled Amanda’s fur. Unnerved Ivan’s lieutenants growled in that guttural foreign tongue of theirs. He moved and the pressure on my shoulder let up enough for me to pull myself out from under his big paw. Free, I backed up, which forced Amanda against the sliding glass door. The vertical blinds slapped wildly back and forth as the light threw itself and its shadows across the deck as my mom appeared over us. 

Spooked, the lieutenants backed away, almost falling off the front steps finally Ivan turned and then slowly almost casually he walked down the steps. 

I heard Mom’s voice, “Max, who’s your little friend there…honey?” How she missed seeing my tormenter I could only guess. My dad appeared, his head sticking out into the cold.

My other books are available on Amazon now.  Get more Max and a lot of Maxitude!

Max

Writing Is Work

But Storytelling Is Fun

Usually I leave the computer work to +Tim Hammill but every once in a while I like to...play around on the keyboard.

I had fun telling the stories in the latest book. Do you have Tails From The Park (Series 3)? Here's a little bit about how I got really cool with sunglasses.

She followed my gaze to her jewellery, and exclaimed, “I know, I can make you look really, really cool.”

She flung herself out of bed and from a chest of drawers pulled out a pair of blue jeans. Sticking one long leg then the other into them she forced herself into the tight pants. She grabbed a T-shirt that proclaimed, ‘custom shades by Stormi.’ Pulling the garment up and over her head, she flipped her mass of blonde hair about in the air. Now, she was ready to make me cool.

She picked me up off the bed and we ran down the hallway. She placed me on the work table, rummaged through a box on the floor, and pulled out a clear plastic bag filled with sunglasses marked ‘Baby shades-2 years old’.

“Oh, this is going to be a blast!” she exclaimed.

She worked in a frenzy, popping the dark lenses out of the frames. Placing them off to one side of her work bench, she cut the frames in places, and added plastic pieces where needed. We went through six or seven pair before she got her adjustments correct. They sat on my nose just fine and weren’t too heavy. The problem was with the ear pieces.

“You see, kid, your ears are in a totally different place than my usual customers. I’m going to have to make an extra bit of plastic that fits over your head a little on both sides and then mold the ear pieces around the back. Then, I’ll add a band of elastic to keep the glasses on.”

After the last of the final adjustments she slipped the glasses onto my head. I was sleepy so it didn’t bother me in the least. When she was finished, I curled up into a ball and nodded off to Z land.

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Max

The Fixer - Tails From The Park (Series 3) Excerpt

Food, An All-Time Favorite

How I Steal The Show

In my new Series 3 of Tails From The Park I get into trouble in the story The Fixer...of course. But I also steal the show from the food personality. You can get the book here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B013AOZ6C4

Enjoy this tasty excerpt:

My time had come. This was going to be my best and maybe only chance to grab some of that heavenly, stinky fish. Instantly, my night vision turned on.

I leapt onto the table, brushing against a young girl who said “What’s that?” I sniffed the first bowl, no, the second no, the third bingo, anchovies…I was there. I was just about to dip into that utterly beautiful grilled fish when the light came back on. When that young girl, who I bumped into saw me and screamed.

Wendy rushed forward to my rescue. She stood in back of me as Tony strode up to us saying in his jovial voice, “And what do we have here?”

He leaned forward, with a dish of meat and grilled fish in his hands. The smell from the new dish got my attention. I reached out my paw, and I made contact with his hand. This brought me to an almost standing position. I let out an extremely polite “Meow” short but to the point, followed by a loud steady purr. Now you have to understand that my purrs are quite different from most cats. Not having a mother to learn from, I sort of made mine up much later in life. It turned out loud and rough.

Tony bent down. He held up his hand for quiet. I lifted my head closer to his ear and purred in my broken husky style. He exclaimed, “Now that’s what I’m talking about here, a fan of your grilled fish.”

 The humans are working on Book 4. And...
A paperback collection of all my stories which will be out for the Holidays. It's so great being a cat, telling my stories, and having the humans do the work.

Let me know what you think of this new book. I love my readers. Purrrrrrrr.

More Max! Book 3 is out.

Get more Max!

Meet Max, a cat who tells stories, collected in a series of humorous, adventure tales full of laughter, tenderness, and escapes in Tails From The Park. 

Max has an abundance of hereditary feline curiosity. What starts out as innocent exploration often leads to unintended escapades. He lives with his human Mom and Dad in a mobile home park where life is simple, unless you are a cat. 

Full of colorful characters whose sentiments can turn Max from quiet napping intermission to extraordinary mayhem each story sets its own pace. 

Best of all, you’ll discover Maxitude. Max has a way of telling which is full of curiosity and vigor. Life is best with Maxitude. 

Fuerza Bruta: A big yellow monster and a deep hole. 
Nostalgia: A photo album and a piece of string. 
Stormi: Max gets custom sunglasses. 
The Fixer: Max enters the foodie world. 
That’s Entertainment: Max and Baby 
The Importance of Being Max: Stage debut. 

Of course, Max has trouble interfacing with computers and their periphery. His best skill is waiting patiently for paper to come out of the printer so he can pounce. He enlists his human friend, Tim Hammill, as an intermediary to put the stories into words. 

Curl up for lighthearted entertainment and get your Maxitude. 
#MaxTails 

The Sounds Cats Make

Cat Sounds 

If you've read Tails from the Park you've encountered some of my Maxisms which are the special sounds I make to communicate both with humans and other cats.

Just for Humans

Did you know that cats have a unique ability to tailor sounds to the humans in their life? When cats want your attention they will experiment with sounds until one works to get the desired results. Some people call this idiosyncratic sounds. Cats are one of the few animals that can make up their own sounds, a cat vocabulary, localized to his own human family.

Pretty cool, huh?

A Wide Variety of Sounds

Cats have a wide variety of sounds their humans should get to know.  Here's a brief list from Messy Beast

• Caterwaul - cat wants sex!
• Chatter - excitement, frustration e.g. when prey is out of reach or escapes (involves rapid teeth-chattering jaw movements)
• Chirrup - friendly greeting sound, a cross between a meow and a purr! (friendly greeting sound with rising inflection; familiar to most cat owners)
• Cough-bark - alarm signal (rare in pet cats); like us, cats can cough both voluntarily and involuntarily)
• Growl - threat, challenge, warns others to go away
• Hiss (with or without spit) - threat, fear, warns others to back off
• Meow - general-purpose attention seeking sound used by adult cats to communicate with owners or with kittens
• Mew (of kittens) - distress, hunger, cold (to attract mother's attention)
• Purr - contentment, relaxation, also to comfort itself if in pain (cats in extremis may purr); a loud purr invites close contact or attention
• Scream - fear, pain, anger, distress
• Squawk - surprise, shock (somewhat strangled sound)
• Yowl - a threat, offensive or defensive, but also used in a modified form by some cats seeking attention when owner is out of sight
• Idiosyncratic sounds - a sound which a particular cat uses in a particular context.

If you missed the Maxisms you can get all the Tails From The Park books by visiting my author page. You can leave me a message there, too. I love to here from my readers.

How to Annoy Your Cat

Humans, beware!

Some of us do not have the mellow temperament suited to advanced yodeling. Please be sensitive to this issue.

Tim, thought this was funny. I am in disagreement on this one. 

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Fun Cat Adventures

My second book of Tails From The Park is on Back to School Special.  Read more cat adventures with me and my friends and enemies in the park. Get your copy at Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0112FF2E0

Here's a sample. A cat fight from the story The Burglar:

I dropped down onto the door sill and slipped out before the screen door had shut. I snuck around my Dad’s legs as he turned to answer Mom when she yelled, “Damn that cat. Honey, Max just got out and he’s on the deck.”

I went around the corner and stood at the top of the steps. At that moment Victoria, a broom in her hand, was swinging at my new nemesis. She almost got him, too! But he dodged all of her attempts and looked terribly upset with her. Winded, Victoria dropped the broom to the ground. Thinking she was finished, he crossed over to the street. As he did, Victoria made one last mighty effort and swung her broom at him in a wide arc, inches above the concrete. If she had connected with him he would have left in a hurry.

Not this alley cat… no way.  He stood his ground, ears pinned back and with a deep hiss, he turned. In the blink of an eye he leapt onto the broom and swatted at Victoria’s legs. She screamed and fell backwards onto her back steps. Taking his time, my foe turned and strolled away from her as if he owned the place. At the corner of her trailer , he backed up to the wall and let loose his scent. Now this beast had gone too far!

But, from The Burglar’s point of view , going "too far" was exactly his intent. Like all bullies, he always pushes to see who will and who won’t push back.

Mom poked her head out of the doorway. Dad spoke up, asking “Are you okay, Victoria?”

As Mom pushed Dad to the steps, she yelled out “Do something!”

Its OK, Mom. I thought I could take care of this bad boy myself, and jumped from the deck onto the blacktop. As I dashed across the street, The Burglar looked me straight in the eye. His eyes were dark, maybe even black, and showed no emotion as he reared up. I could see the muscles in his hind legs bulging out. His scraggily tail switched back and forth, slowly, not expending too much energy. He was saving himself for the battle to come.

He was old and twenty pounds at least. His head was gigantic, much bigger than I’d realized. And with that swipe of black fur across his face, it made him look dangerous – no EVIL.

Because I had to cross the street, to confront him, I had lost some control over the fight already. It was a poor choice on my part, for when we made contact in the end, I knew his greater weight would tell. My only chance was to meet him as soon as I could and that meant in the air.

My claws made that tippity tappity sound on the blacktop, the fur on my tail extended out like one of my mom’s cleaning brushes.  My ears were pinned back. I let out a deep savage “Moarhhhh” (that’s my fighting howl) to let him know it was me he had to deal with. I left the ground and soared through the air, claws extended. The burglar had now risen up to his full height. He leapt, too, and met me about three feet off the ground.

We hit each other with a loud bone-crushing thump. All at once we were a turning, snarling, blur of grey and white fur. You probably couldn’t distinguish where one of us started and where the other left off.

Suddenly it was hard to breathe and, to make matters worse, this beast stunk. The odor was like the alley cat he truly was. We hit the ground hard, he on his back and me hovering over him. Both of us were desperately trying to make contact with the soft flesh of the other’s neck. From behind me, I heard a movement. I could feel a human hand on my back and the sensation of being jerked away from my foe.

Read all the stories.

Life is best with Maxitude.

No Where Man: A misty morning.

All Buicks Great and Small: A Buick and a lost friend.

The Fortune Teller: Max get’s his fortune read and creates some word magic.

The Earth Moved Under My Paws: A leash, a quake, a dream, a run.

Pete and Repeat: Short and snappy.

Ka-Bing: Max goes to jail.

Heidi Fang: Adventure with a beauty.

The Burglar: A real cat fight!

If you like them as much as I had fun telling them, don't forget to join the Max Gang! 

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Max

Traveling Round

Dad's Truck

I'm always ready for an adventure, the front of Dad's truck is a good place to scope out what's going on in the world. 

My new book Tails From The Park (Series2) is out and Dad and I get into trouble with the police. I even get arrested for defending myself. Here's an excerpt from the story Ka-Bing about how I started it all.

Ka-Bing

The squad car’s rear door opened, and the K9 officer said, “I’ll have a look around in the back with Luke. Maybe there’s another party-goer we missed.”

When the Luke’s paws hit the blacktop his head came down as my ears snapped forward. I scooted backwards behind my dad’s leg. Dad’s hand hovered above me when the Shepherd lunged straight at us. The cop who held its leash, hadn’t attached it yet. For a fraction of a second everything stood still. Did I say everything? Well, everything but me. I turned and made a beeline to the middle of the deck.

My heart pounded in my ears. The Shepherd’s pointed ears were just visible over the top step. I had maybe two seconds before total disaster would be upon me. In between our deck and Melissa’s carport cover was a line of lemon trees. I drew myself down into a coiled position, building tension in my rear legs. I felt the deck rumble with the jolt of one hundred and thirty pounds of mean police dog, the policeman’s voice grumbled “Shit! My first day with this dog and all hell breaks loose.”

Now was my time to act.

I made the leap to the metal handrail then Ka-Binged, very gracefully I must say, straight up to the nearest tree branch just as the Shepherd snapped at my tail…I always forget about my tail.

I wrapped my front paws around the branch. My hind legs dangled like a monkey’s. It wasn’t going to hold me for very long either. I made myself as comfortable as I could, and looked down at my antagonist.

He jumped up at me, but his weight carried him over the handrail and onto the ground below. Meanwhile his handler was trying to get around Stan’s truck, while the other officer had his hands full with Melissa and her boyfriend. The police dog took a second leap at me but he fell short. Feeling safe, and tired of his antics I leaned down as much as I dared. I’m sure he thought I’d made a mistake. He barked a couple of times and made another attempt at me.

As he rose he seemed to move in slow motion. With his teeth bared his dog face was getting closer and closer and getting bigger, too. His front paws moved as if he were swimming. Being the local king of swat I took dead aim on his nose which stood out for the offing. My claws were extended to the point where they hurt, I cut loose and swatted my target with all my might. My index claw made contact as he came up. I watched as the claw sank in deep, really, really deep.

Dad’s voice rang out, “Max-x-x!”

As the dog fell away, blood spray filled the air as if it came out of the garden hose. He was yelping before he hit the ground. A bit of flesh fell from the tip of my claw as it retracted.

 Well, goes to show, I know how to create a stir. But, really, dogs being aggressive is not something I tolerate.

You can read Ka-Bing and more in Tails From The Park (Series 2). Head on over to Amazon to get your copy.

And, if you want to read in style, you can keep me in treats at the same time when you get your Kindle Paperwhite.

Comment below to tell me how you like Ka-Bing.  I love my readers.

Max