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.


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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! 

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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. 

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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! 

Head bumps!

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

Purrr. Purr. Book Party for More Max!

The Story Bodyguard is hosting a Book Party.

Come meet the author +Tim Hammill

+Max Tails and +Tim Hammill are releasing Book 2 of Tails From The Park Saturday, August 22. They are having a Book Party to celebrate. Tim will talk about working with a cat as co-author. He'll be reading from the book.

Come join the fun. RSVP at http://ccst.io/e/zaraaltair12. Then join us at 10 AM PT/ 12 Noon ET/ 6 PM BST.

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.

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:

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

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