Emmie Lyn Presents Claws of Justice: A Cozy Cat Mystery with Humor and a Murderous Twist...

 "The truth has a nasty habit of revealing itself.”

Who am I? Just a struggling young woman trying to make ends meet cleaning up after all the rich people in town who treat me like I don’t even exist...

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Even a pillow over my head couldn’t silence the racket in the morning. Between Jasper’s barking and someone’s frantic pounding on my front door, I gave up trying to get an extra few winks. I glanced at my bedside clock and moaned. Half past six. Was another half hour of sleep asking too much? Jasper’s wet tongue on my face answered that question. “Okay, okay. What’s the emergency?” I asked her, sniffing the air. Nope, no fire. Glad I eliminated that potential catastrophe, but I smelled something. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled my nose. What? I leaped out of bed and dashed down the stairs. Hitch, all bright eyed and ready for the day, stood in my kitchen in his snug jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his muscles. But I wasn’t paying attention to his sculpted body. “Did you sneak in through Jasper’s doggie door?” I asked, leaning against the door frame with my arms crossed. I snorted, imagining him half-way in and half-way out like he’d found me. 

“Didn’t have to,” he said, handing me a cup of steaming coffee with just enough cream to turn it a sweet caramel color. My heart flipped when I realized he’d remembered how I liked it. “Jasper let me in.” Hitch made a grand gesture for me to sit down at my own kitchen chair like I was his guest. A bag from A Donut A Day shop on the table tempted me. “Actually, your door wasn’t locked, Sunny. You really need to be more careful, especially—” 

“Because anyone will just walk inside, Hitch? I don’t think so. Not with Jasper on the inside sounding like he’s ready to bite an intruder’s head off. You know, I’ve managed a-okay while you were off in New York playing security guard and getting yourself shot. So, which one of us needs to be more careful?” I shot him a glare that I hoped let him know that I got him on that one. His lips twitched at the edge. Not, the response I was going for. I resented how he thought he could just swoop back into my life and take charge like he hadn’t broken my heart once already. 

“We’re business partners,” I spit at him as if that explained all my hurt feelings. “And, business partners make kind gestures for each other. That’s all this is.” He swept his hand over the table. “Coffee and something from your favorite shop in town to get your day off to a good start.” He leaned toward me. “What did you think I was proposing?” “Oh.” Maybe I had read more into his visit than necessary. “I thought I did lock my door,” I added a bit defensively as I opened the bag expecting my favorite cinnamon covered donut holes. Instead, I found a toasted breakfast bagel with egg and melted cheese on a layer of cream cheese, topped with a sprinkle of chopped chives. That was a close second. 

“I already ate mine,” he said. “Dig in.” He pulled a giant dog bone from his pocket for Jasper who’d been sitting politely while a pool of drool puddled on the floor in front of her. At least I hadn’t drooled on the table. Hitch leaned back and stretched out his long legs, bumping into my foot. “Here’s what I’m thinking, Sunshine. Since it’s still bright and early, we’ll get our list of supplies put together to get started on the Kitty Castle, then drop in on Gina.” 

“Why Gina?” I said around a mouthful of bagel, spraying more than a few crumbs on the table. “Sorry.” I covered my mouth. Hitch grinned. “I’m glad that you’re just being yourself around me, messy hair, pj’s, and talking with your mouth full. Kind of like we’re brother and sister, don’t you think?” 

“No! That’s not at all what I’m thinking. You barged in without an invitation, and I had to see what was going on. If I’d known you were planning to visit—” 

“You would have showered and put on clothes?” He hitched his eyebrows up in question marks. “I would have double-checked that the door was locked,” I shot back. Hitch let out a deep belly laugh. “Well, I’m glad that’s cleared up.” He tapped his lip. “You have a big blob of cream cheese right there, Sunshine.” I finished the bagel in a pouty silence. “Hey… truce? I’m sorry I barged in and woke you up. It’s just that this missing bonsai tree is really bothering me.” I sipped my coffee. Perfection. “Harry hired me to protect it, and I don’t like to leave a job unfinished even though it’s not really my job anymore. I don’t know why, but I still feel responsible.” 

“Responsible or needing to find answers?” I asked. “I mean, Maxine’s involved. How did she get Harry’s collection of orchids and the bonsai tree to begin with? And, Conrad’s story seems logical, but who knows, especially with Charlotte going missing all of a sudden. Is he really looking out for her interest or his own? It’s awfully convenient for Conrad that Harry isn’t around to weigh in on his version of the whole break-in mess. Was it really Harry’s idea to steal the bonsai tree and make an insurance claim?” Hitch looked at me without commenting. “I don’t know, Hitch, this is a big tangled mess.” I took another big bite. I could easily get used to this kind of surprise every morning. Hitch crumpled up the bagel bag and threw it in my recycling bin, then sat down again. “I couldn’t agree more, and you summed it up well. That’s why I want to go to Gina’s house. Just a friendly drop-in to find out what she knows about the bonsai tree.” 

“To catch her off-guard, you mean?” He chuckled. “That’s usually the best way to get information. If she came back and took the tree from your yard, I don’t want to give her a chance to ditch it if she knows we’re coming. But I’m not convinced that she does have it.” “I agree. What would be the point? If she was after money, how would she find a buyer? That leaves Maxine and Conrad.” 

“Or our friendly Officer Mick Walker. Don’t forget that he was poking around.” I almost spit out the last bit of coffee I’d just gulped. “I’m not a fan of Mick, but I’m not sure he’d cross the line into stealing something, valuable or not.” “No, but I don’t think he’d hesitate to help Maxine if he thought there’d be a nice payoff waiting. Maybe she said she owned it, and he believed her.” “Great. We have to watch our backs around that guy. I thought with the state police involved, we could forget about Mick.” Hitch drummed his fingers on the table, mulling over our puzzle. “Look at it this way, Sunshine. If Mick is involved with something illegal or unethical, he might have to resign.” I felt my lips spread into a big grin. 

“What are we waiting for?” “For you to get dressed?” I looked down at my cartoon jammies and felt my cheeks heat up. While sitting here with Hitch, eating and bickering like… well, brother and sister, I grudgingly admitted to myself that I’d completely forgotten I’d jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs half-dressed. “Feed the kittens while I make myself presentable?” I said.

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If there's a cat on the cover of a book, more than likely I'll be buying it... 

This is Gabby and I take full responsibility for adding this video...

This book starts off with a bang! Actually several different kinds! The first is the auctioneer looking at our main character, Sunny Shaw, and yelling SOLD! Sunny, of course, is looking around to see who had bought the building that was once owned by her grandparents... Only to discover that, supposedly, she had...

Sunny had been talking with the man who had come to stand by her during the auction. He mentioned that he had hoped to buy the building that had just been sold. But accepted she had won and walked away... Shaw looked around and was trying to figure out what was going on...

But before long, there were screams and shouts of alarm. A murder had occurred! Sunny was to discover that it was the man who had just left her side... Now what?!

“Harry shot you?” was all I managed to say. My kitchen door slammed, and I heard footsteps approaching. “What happened to the two of you?” Tilly shouted. “Did you forget about me and my coffee?” “Does she know?” I whispered to Hitch. He nodded. “Oh,” Tilly said after she took one look at what had to be our glum expressions. She set the coffee carafe on my little side table. “Here, I brought some magic to cheer you up.” She pulled Stash out of her pocket. “This little puffball has been sleeping in here since you handed her to me.” “Poor thing.” I took her in my arms and stroked her soft fur. She rewarded me with a satisfied purr, a magic spell that instantly made me feel better. “She must have been terrified in that big empty abandoned building.” Stash stood on all fours, arched her back, and jumped off my lap, curling up between Jasper’s big front paws. Jasper sniffed the tiny kitten and wagged her tail, which made Princess Muffin jump out of Hitch’s arm and pounce again. “Well, look at that—Jasper, the kitten whisperer. Stash and Jasper are best friends already. Jasper can be the nanny in our new Kitty Castle.” From Hitch’s raised eyebrows, I remembered that I hadn’t shared my plan with him yet. “There’s plenty of room for your orchids and my shakes and cakes plus kitties.”

Two main themes concurrently run in this delightful story. One is that two friends have reunited after Hatch had taken a job in New York and left Sunny behind in a town where Sunny had lived most of her life. Now he was back with a big surprise! He has purchased a building that had been owned by her family and was now proposing that they go into business together...

Second, of course, is a murder that took place in the first few pages and continues as a mystery to be solved throughout the book. I confess I missed identifying the villain before the book ended. Kudos to Emmie Lyn who kept me guessing all the way through!

Lyn has also provided great characters... One main neighbor who lives across the street from Sunny, admittedly, provides most of the humor that is spotlighted in the subtitle...

“Tilly!” I yelled as I barged inside without knocking. “In here, Sunny,” she answered, wiping drool from the edge of her mouth and trying to sound like she hadn’t just woken up. I’d seen this act before. “Where’s the fire?” she asked like I was overreacting “I haven’t seen anything happen on our street.” She blinked several times, giving me her innocent look. What could I say? At this point, I supposed it didn’t matter. She looked at me, then out the window. “Oh. Did I fall asleep for a minute?” “Probably more than a minute.” I sank onto her couch. “The bonsai tree is gone.” “And, my flamingoes?” I knew she was trying to lighten up my mood. “All dead.” I tried to grin but couldn’t manage.

I slid the card out and read, “To my dearest friend, Charlotte. Your loss is my loss. Harry is forever in my heart. Love, Mildred.” I choked. “Mildred? Who are you pretending to be?” “If you must know, that’s my legal name. I’ve never liked it, and I don’t even know when my father started calling me Tilly. I think it had something to do with me running around singing Silly Tilly instead of Silly Milly which I guess I couldn’t say. Anyway, it made my father laugh and the nickname stuck. I was always Silly Tilly in my father’s eyes.” Hitch grunted and mumbled, “Silly Tilly and nothing has changed.” She swatted his arm, but we all chuckled because the name fit her to a T.

And it had really all started back in New York, when Hatch had been working as a bodyguard...for...plants... One in particular, a Bonsai Tree

The owner had insured the Bonsai but had to ensure security was provided. Hatch had been hired to provide protection, but had failed when an attempted robbery occurred. His employer had instead wounded Hatch! While this led to Hatch returning home, it also was the possible cause of the murder... For the plants that Hatch had been guarding were also now in his home town, in the home of an individual who also had a collection of rare plants. Indeed, it was Hatch's dream of, in partnership with Sunny, that he have space to create and maintain an area for growing and selling orchids... 

Once Sunny had absorbed the fact that she was now part-owner of a building that she had always wanted to own, her idea was to have an ice cream and cookie shop... Later, her dream had expanded into having a rescue and home for kittens and cats...

But while that planning was being considered, the Bonsai Tree had really been stolen... Kinda! And soon placed as an ordinary plant in a flower display in Sunny's front yard, where, to help disguise it, was soon encircled with Tilly's pink pelican yard display. LOL... This was especially funny to me since my mother decided to add pelicans to our backyard, country garden. I always felt that the legs used just would not fool anybody, and I guess they didn't in Sunny's garden, because, before long it was again gone! So, at least it was beginning to given a good lead that whoever the villain was, the murder and theft was perhaps all tied together in one big mess... P.S., I had some qualms on some of the scenes with the bonsai... a very old and possibly fragile plant given how often and where it was traveling! Thank goodness, it was a fiction book! Still... I thought care of an expensive plant should have been better handled...

Harry’s valuable bonsai tree was the key to unlocking his murder. Which one of the people stalking the bonsai killed him?

I have a small bonsai--artificial, because I knew better--in my home. It brings a bit of realism to my small collection of oriental miniatures. And having orchids as a primary plant after just reading the Nero Wolfe book, a major collector of orchids, brought a bit of my gardens inside as well. Enjoy this book and do think about a kitty corner somewhere around your home too! LOL

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Claws of Justice: A Cozy Cat Mystery by Emmie Lyn - Mint Chocolate Chip Mysteries Book 1 - Plan for Fast-Paced Cozy--if that is Possible!

 This officially was one of the worst days of my life I said to the rock poking into my cheek.

The above video has nothing to do with the book except for the title...all of the kittens are sweet and cuddling--Ah, but, maybe when they grow up and get involved with their owner's life of amateur detective...

“Sold!” Police Chief Bullock yelled and pointed in my direction. After watching his performance, I decided that the-middle-aged law enforcement officer loved moonlighting as an auctioneer more than his police responsibilities here in Pineville. I looked at the people milling around the old Nine Pine Nursery parking lot. Retired couples in baggy jeans and light jackets, millennial owners of local shops, and out-of-towners in designer hiking gear stopping to check for bargains. An event like this, in my quaint Maine town, brought out familiar faces and complete strangers. Some trudged back to their vehicles while others tossed their bidding numbers aside and gathered in groups to chat. I wondered which one of these people just bought this bankrupt business that had once belonged to my grandparents. “Hey.” The gray-haired guy next to me nudged me with his elbow. He hitched his khaki pants over his ample belly and tilted his head toward Chief Bullock. “He means you—Sunny Shaw—right?” He cupped his hand around his mouth as if telling a secret. “I got a peek at the auctioneer’s list and put two and two together. Congratulations.” If he hadn’t said my name, I would have thought his congratulations was directed to someone else. Anyone else. Instead, I stared, with what I assumed was my mouth dragging on the parking lot and my eyes bugged out. “What?” “You just bought this old place. Well, what’s left of it, I should say. I did some research and it’s a real shame that the previous owner sold off the land. But the retail building is solid, and the glass greenhouse only needs a good cleaning. Nothing some hard work can’t fix right up. Congratulations,” he repeated. “I was thinking about buying it myself if I could have gotten it for a song. Didn’t happen; you beat my bid. I suppose it’s a bit too big for my needs anyway.” He looked around wistfully, or so I decided, raised his New York Yankees ball cap and smoothed his thinning hair. “I did?” This was news to me. I’d only come for entertainment after being canned from my job as the sandwich-wearing lobster who walked up and down Main Street in Pineville, advertising—you won’t believe this—a get-away for an all-day cruise around Blueberry Bay. I know it sounds exciting, but believe me, I worked on that cruise and it’s full of a rollicking, stomach-upsetting, hang-over-the-railing, seasick six hours. 

Even my Newfie, Jasper, wasn’t a fan. And she loves the water. My ex-boss didn’t appreciate that I shared my story with potential fare-paying customers. “Yeah,” the guy said, talking to me like I didn’t have a clue. “You need to go up and pay.” Pay? “How much?” “All of it.” He shook his head and must be thinking I was the biggest dimwit he’d ever seen. “You want some advice?” he asked, dipping his head as if trying to keep his advice from the eavesdropping public. At the moment, I wanted answers, not advice but he’d stirred up my endless pit of curiosity. “Sure.” “Watch your back. By the look of this crowd, lots of other people were after this gem.” 

He glanced at his watch, frowned, and walked away without a goodbye. I bent over to tie my sneaker and think about what he’d said. Watch my back from what? But, more importantly at the moment, did I have enough money in my bank account to cover this purchase? Definitely not. The inheritance from my great aunt was still tied up in court for the foreseeable future. Maybe a run to the Canadian border was my best option. Unfortunately, before I even had time to figure out which way was north from the Blueberry Bay area, about a hundred and fifty-five pounds on four legs hit me from behind, squishing me flat into the dirt. 

This officially was one of the worst days of my life I said to the rock poking into my cheek. “Sunny? Open your eyes this minute.” With great effort, I cracked one eyelid a fraction of an inch. “Tilly?” I mumbled. “You brought Jasper here?” My neighbor, Tilly Morris, stared down at me. Even with all her quirks and wacky ideas, she looked out for me, watched my dog when necessary, and I considered her to be my pistol-packing guardian granny. Of course, I never referred to her that way out loud. She was a tad sensitive about her age—seventy, though you wouldn’t know it from her neon wardrobe and oversized personality. And she wasn’t anyone’s grandmother. “You sure did get yourself in a pickle this time, Sunny Shaw,” she said as she tugged on my arm. “Come on. Get up before you catch some disease from all that dirt you’re lying in. What happened to that guy who was standing next to you? He disappeared.” 

I shrugged. Not one bit of all this made a lick of sense. Something warm and wet traveled from my chin to my hairline. “Jasper! Stop!” But my dog, a big Newfoundland mix, the other half something like a small whale, had launched herself at me when Tilly brought her into the parking lot. Now she was straddling me, cleaning every exposed piece of skin she could find. “What is so tasty? Did I spill lobster on myself or something?” I tried to avoid her slobber, but my best hope of getting away from Jasper’s tongue was to wiggle and squirm out from under her. With Tilly pulling my arm while Jasper turned something I’d spilled on myself into her morning snack, I managed to get on my knees and crawl out from under her somewhat unusual embrace. “There,” I said, dusting the dirt from my fall in the parking lot off my khaki capris. I pulled the elastic out of my ponytail. A quick shake sent bits of twigs and leaves flying before I twisted my mass of dark hair into a messy bun, minus the debris. 

“What just happened?” “Apparently, you just bought this property,” Tilly hissed while pulling me away from all the people. “Are you crazy? How the heck are you planning to pay for it?” “No worries, Sunny. It’s all taken care of.” I almost gave myself whiplash when I turned around at the sound of the one voice that sent shivers up and down my spine. And not in a good way. At least, not anymore. There, smiling at me with green eyes like a cat stalking a mouse, and dimples that always meant trouble, stood Ty Hitchner. At one time I’d hoped he’d be my destiny. But then, he took off for more excitement than he could find with me in Pineville. Seeing him wasn’t good on so many levels. “Hitch,” Tilly said, using his nickname. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I think she even batted her eyelashes. Ewww. My neighbor had always thought Hitch was Pineville’s gift to women; or, one woman in particular—me. Don’t ask me why because Hitch and I had different goals in life. Ever since he’d moved to the Big Apple for what he’d expected to be his dream job as a private security guard, I’d put him out of my mind. My goal was to not think about Hitch at all. But here he was, looking at me like he’d just returned to save the world. Or, maybe just my world. I crossed my arms. 

“What’s all taken care of?” I asked even thought I probably didn’t want to know the answer. “Paying for Nine Pine Nursery.” Hitch cocked his head with a quizzical don’t-play-dumb look. “You’ve always said you wished your grandparents hadn’t sold it.” “Look, Hitch,” I said feeling confused and more than a little frustrated. “I just lost my job, and I have no patience for your games. You were here in Pineville, then you left, and now, here you are again. Don’t mess with me.” I blinked back tears that threatened to spill and ruin my tough-girl pose along with a tiny bit of mascara. Hitch reached out and put his hand on my shoulder. I wished he hadn’t done that. How would I possibly resist his charm that he worked like an expert, using that chiseled jaw, those green eyes? “Sunny,” he said with a voice full of compassion. “This is no game. I’m back and we just bought the nursery.” Then he flashed a grin that normally made my heart flutter. “You can thank me later.” “Wait a minute. We?” Instead of a flutter, my heart pounded, mostly from anger but there might have been a bit of excitement mixed in if I was honest with myself. I patted my chest to calm down this internal battle. “Yeah, you and me.” Hitch spread his hands across the sky in front of us like he was unraveling a banner. “There’s room for both of us. I can see it already—Pineville’s new Shakes and Cakes Shop. Sounds great, right? You love those weird smoothies that are all the rave now, and I’ll use the greenhouse for my orchid collection and some herbs.” “But—” He covered my lips with his finger. A finger that smelled like peppermint candy. I closed my eyes, hoping I didn’t embarrass myself and take a taste. “Think about it before you shoot me down,” he said, pulling me out of my daydream just in time. “That’s all I’m asking, Sunshine. If you don’t want to partner with me, I know I can find someone else.” He winked, and I knew I was doomed. A scream pierced the air, which barely entered my consciousness with this latest emotion overload. Tilly raced toward us. I hadn’t even registered her absence with Hitch distracting me. “That guy who was standing next to you?” She looked at me with her big blue eyes wide with fear. Something Tilly rarely showed. “He’s dead.”

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Whew! This author must have read the same Readers' Digest I did that suggested you grab the reader's attention right from the beginning! Because this is probably the first cozy which I would consider more thriller based. Know what I mean?

Lyn plows into the story like none I've ever seen. The reader is found in the middle of an auction scene where Sunny Shaw is almost immediately told that she has bought a building! And she never even opened her mouth! Then, to top that amazing surprise off, a man comes up next to her--a stranger--who congratulations her for getting the building which he had bid on and really wanted... But he couldn't go any higher... If you, as the reader, think that she's dreaming, then know that you will soon realize that she is not dreaming...

And she now owns that building--bought and paid for!

Ok, let's back up just a bit... Because before she even gets to start asking questions, the man who had stopped by to talk with her... He's now dead! Murdered! Of course, there is always a death in a cozy mystery, but really? In the first chapter?! This writer started writing--and apparently couldn't stop writing until she was finishing the book! It moves that fast! And I read it that fast!

I was caught into the page-turning, reading and finishing in one evening... Once you get into the pace of the book, you cannot stop... A warning if you think this is a normal cozy where you can have a cup of tea, a few cookies or crackers... You know...just like me, we choose a cozy whenever we need a break from the chaos and confusion of the world we have now. At least that's how I choose cozies, especially if it is a "cat" cozy! Not goin' to work with this one...

Take a break and breathe. The murder has happened, the amateur detective has been identified...

Now we can get down to the investigation... Not...

Don't you wonder just who bought the building? Surely that was something you needed to clear up right away? No! Because it's also covered in that first chapter! And meeting the humorous main character, Tilly, is also there along with Jasper the cat-loving monster of a guard dog. And, you even learn about the plans for a shake and cakes theme...

But, you didn't learn about the secret dream that Sunny also has thought of doing... And it involved cats! and flowers--orchids in particular...

But let's get back to building a chronology of events. You really need to get some basic info, right? Well, Hitch had left for New York, hoping Sunny would go with him. That didn't happen. While he was there, he worked as a security guard of rare plants--the insurance company required coverage for the amount the owner wanted  to have them covered for. One very old bonsai tree was, frankly, unbelievably worth more than anybody could imagine, especially me! LOL

Hitch had been hired due to this insurance coverage... But it was at that owner's location, that Hitch had also been shot--by his boss--while another man was there watching... 

Harry got exactly what he deserved—a type of justice. But who delivered that death penalty?

And the mystery begins at that point... Why was Hitch shot...

On the other hand, it is no surprise that he returned back home and knowing that Sonny was still there--and, that the building now being sold had once belonged to Sonny's grandparents--that Hitch used Sonny's name to purchase that building... And all he was asking in return, was to have the building provide space for his orchid collection... which he'd started when he was working in New York...

During a shootout, I got hit and left my job with a big insurance payoff.”

Tilly had known what was happening, but hadn't shared it with Sonny, but she was there that day, to help whatever adjustments needed to be made in the "new" relationship as partners in renovating the building for a new purpose, which they'd have to discuss and decide together...

But the police had other ideas. Sonny had been seen talking to the man who was dead. Who also happened to be the former boss who had shot Hatch! Since Sonny had been seen talking to the man--who was a stranger merely being treated as a stranger in town--Sonny was of no help to the police whatsoever...

Except that Sonny had a past with both the police officer as well as Hitch...And that fact alone, kept Sonny in his mind as the officer learned that Hitch had actually bought the building putting it in Sonny's name... In any event, bits and pieces of what had happened began to be discovered. Who had seen what, began to be pulled together. Tilly, for instance, had seen a woman arguing with the murdered man sometime during the auction... And, she loved orchids too...

A pathetic mew caught my attention. Under my chair was the cutest, most adorable, but terrified kitty I’d ever seen. Well, to be honest, all kittens are adorable.

And then there happened to be a new man in town--a contractor who was to work on a job, but was brought to the attention of Sonny and Hitch as a possible contractor for their new building. Hitch had already formed a judgment of him personally as maybe a conman and didn't trust him, making that clear to Sonny...

But then Tilly and Sonny got together, and Tilly shot some "female boss courage,"advice to Sonny to start acting like reality was... SHE was the owner on the deed for the building... NOT Hitch...

And Sonny, indeed, knew exactly what she wanted to do with the building, and proceeded to act to move in that direction.  But, you really didn't think it would go smoothly thereafter did you? For before long, a woman who worked for the orchid lover in town, suddenly looked to Sonny to help her... She had learned quite a bit about what was happening, simply because rich people don't think their help are smart enough or care enough to hear what was being said within their hearing... Well, we all know that's a serious flaw for rich people to ignore... And it was the bonsai tree that launched a major theft, bait and switch, and much more that became more and more confusing, and caused Sonny and Hitch to become involved in this side hustle... 

Dumb hiding spot, by the way. No one was fooled by that flock of pink birds in your rock garden.” “Really? I thought it was very clever.”

I had to throw in the reference to pink flamingos--my mother loved them in her back yard/garden... LOL

Well, all that needs to be covered at this point, is the secret that Sonny openly started talking about... In a back corner of the newly renovated building was to be a kitty corner where kittens and act would live while they were waiting to be sold...Maybe a fountain, plants--and orchids! Well, I had to tell you I panicked on behalf of Sonny and Hatch, because the author clearly did not have inside cats as was being proposed... Can you imagine small claws knocking over plants, or, if the bonsai plant was chosen to live there, the kittens would be clawing on that ancient wood... Seriously, some plants are even dangerous for them to eat... 

Boo hiss on this, in my opinion, serious flaw for the cats+plant corner... Trust me, I speak from years of experience... Also, they were thinking about books? Ah, No...they will be chewed, torn, and tossed around whenever cats can get close to them...

And if you still question my own experience... check this out... The first video may be of value for some cat owners... But it would take a lot of discipline to allow this type of thing. Still it may give you ideas for such a space...

This is a cute video I just had to add...even if it was probably made by AI... And, if your cats act like these, then you have much more time for your companion than I do...

All my cats who sneak in, soon know that I'm in front of the computer most of the day...and am not to be bothered...

Until I turn to reading...and nothing but a reader can be used than--just keep it up and away from paws! LOL

Enjoy this one!

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