This blog is written and maintained by Miss Cuddlywumps, a fluffy-tailed calico cat who is both classically educated and familiar with mysteries. She receives creative input from the Real Cats and clerical assistance from She of Little Talent (old SoLT, a.k.a. Roby Sweet). Comments or complaints should be addressed to Miss C rather than to old SoLt (Ms. Sweet). Ms. Sweet accepts no responsibility for Miss C's opinions.
Today we join the Sunday Selfies blog hop, hosted by The Cat on My Head. Real Cat Paisley was determined to have a good selfie this week. As you can see, she had a bit of trouble:
Wrong angle.
Too close.
Framing is okay, but Paisley's blurry.
And where is the perfect selfie, you ask? Well, there is a reason this post is titled "Paisley's Attempted Selfie"!
Today we join Athena's Caturday Art blog hop with the following spacey offering featuring Real Cat Webster:
Old SoLT would really like to tell you exactly how she did this, but, well, it was one of those days where she just tried a bunch of filters in LunaPic and then tried a bunch more filters on the picture that already had the first filter applied. Then it was over to PicMonkey for some Radiance and Lens Flare effects, and for the frame. Here's the original:
Warning: Today’s
post has some rather gruesome parts to it, as we bring you the story of two of
our wild cousins who were famous for all the wrong reasons. You’ve been warned.
The Tsavo man-eaters
Every once in while, you hear of a “man-eating” lion, but
why do some lions choose to hunt humans instead of the four-legged hoofed
animals that are their usual prey? A new study recently published in Scientific Reports looked at “dental microwear” to see what they could learn about lions' eating behaviors
from evidence left behind on their teeth. The work suggests that at least in some cases,
the answer to "Why?" could be dental injury and disease.
The "Tsavo man-eaters" today, in a diorama at the Field Museum
in Chicago. The skins were sold to the museum for $5,000 some 25 years
after the lions' death.
By Superx308 Jeffrey Jung, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons.
Two of the lions whose teeth were examined were the famous
Tsavo man-eaters of 1898. These were maneless male lions that, according to the
most spectacular estimate, killed up to 135 people. The actual number has been
shown to be much lower, about 35 people, but that is still a lot. The victims
were Indian members of a construction crew building a railroad bridge over the
Tsavo River in Kenya. The terror at the railroad workers’ camp began in March
1898 when, shortly after their arrival, men started to go missing. Searches
turned up mutilated bodies. Efforts to protect the camp with thorny barricades
failed, as the lions found a way through the barriers. One worker wrote that
the lions’
“very jaws were steeped in blood. Bones, flesh, skin and
blood, they devoured all, and left not a trace behind them.”
Lieutenant Colonel J. H. Patterson, an engineer and leader
of the expedition, wrote of hearing the cats crunching the bones of one of their victims,
purring as they did so.
The first of the two Tsavo man-eating lions (FMNH 23970)
shot by Lieutenant Colonel Patterson, 1898.
By Field Museum [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Patterson would eventually kill both of the lions, the first
on December 9, 1898. That lion was over nine feet long from his nose to the tip
of his tail, and it took eight men to carry him to the camp. The second lion,
killed three weeks later, was of similar size. Both lions had injuries to their
skin from the thorns that were used to try to protect the workers’ camp. Patterson
kept the skins as trophy rugs for some 25 years, before selling them to the
Field Museum in Chicago for $5,000. They were stuffed and placed on display,
and they can still be seen there.
(The 1996 movie The Ghost
and the Darkness, starring Michael Douglas and Val Kilmer, dramatized the events
in the construction camp.)
What the teeth say
Although Patterson wrote of hearing the lions crunching
their victims’ bones, the evidence left behind on the cats’ teeth tells a
different story. The authors of the paper in Scientific Reports used something called dental microwear texture
analysis to determine what the lions were eating. The results suggest that, in
the period just before their death, the Tsavo man-eaters were not consuming the
bones of their prey and were instead consuming only the softer tissues.
The second Tsavo lion shot by Lieutenant Colonel Patterson.
This lion is now known as FMNH 23969.
Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
The teeth also showed a possible reason the lions became
man-eaters. One of the cats had a serious dental injury, a broken lower tooth, and
the pain from that may have made it impossible for him to kill normal prey in
the usual lion way, through suffocation. That could have prompted him to pass
up his usual prey in favor of something softer, slower, and easier to catch, like people. The other
lion also had dental injuries, but his were less severe. Interestingly, for the
second lion, humans made up a smaller part of his diet than for the first lion—13%
versus 30%. And those numbers, by the way, also show that humans still made up
a relatively small part of both lions’ diets.
We think it’s worth noting that it seems that, even for the “man-eaters,”
humans were not at the top of the menu. The lion with the severely injured
tooth may have turned to the workers’ camp for prey because he was in too much
pain to routinely catch and kill other prey. The second lion may have been a true
copycat, learning from his companion how to take easy prey from the camp.
If you have about nine minutes, this video is well worth a look. It's from before the most recent paper was published, but you can see researcher Larisa DeSantis
demonstrating how molds of the lions’ teeth were made. Interesting!
Sources
Larisa R. G. DeSantis and Bruce D. Patterson, “Dietary
Behaviour of Man-Eating Lions as Revealed by Dental Microwear Textures,” Scientific Reports 7, April 19, 2017, doi:10.1038/s41598-017-00948-5,
https://www.nature.com/articles/s41598-017-00948-5
J.H. Patterson, The
Man-Eating Lions of Tsavo and Other East Africa Adventures, 1907.
Each week in this space, we feature a senior cat in need of
adoption or sponsorship. Please remember all the older cats in shelters. They
make great companions, and unlike kittens, they (probably) won’t climb the curtains!
Adopt a senior cat, and help him or her enjoy the best years of their life.
Today,
please meet this handsome tabby named Buttons. Buttons is a 7-year-old male,
and we are told he is very social and likes to have a good time. He likes to play, but he’s also
easy-going and enjoys just napping in a sun puddle. Buttons gets along with
other cats and could be a good companion for another cat.
Buttons is currently at the New York Avenue NE Adoption Center of the Humane Rescue Alliance. Find out more about him here.
This book is the eighth in a series by Simon Brett, and it
is the first one we have read. In fact, this is the first we have heard of the
series, but now that we’ve read book 8, we wish we had time to go back and read
the series from the start.
The action takes place in England and Greece. The titular Mrs.
Pargeter is a wealthy widow whose husband had many associates who…well, let’s
say they’re a little shady and perhaps not always on the right side of the law.
They are fiercely loyal to Mrs. Pargeter though, and that is what really
matters. Also, they are not the mean and evil sort of criminals—or reformed
criminals, or whatever they are. They are actually rather nice.
You’ll be wondering where the cats come in. Well, being
wealthy, Mrs. Pargeter gets invited by various people in various ways to give
up bits and pieces of her money in support of various causes. One such cause is
the cat charity—PhilliPussies—run by a sort of friend of hers. The charity
takes feral cats from Greece, spruces them up, and “repatriates” them to
England for adoption. It is at a fundraiser for this charity that Mrs. Pargeter
is accosted by the sister-in-law she never met and whose existence she had been
100 percent unaware of. In ensuing days the sister-in-law, who is really not a very nice sort
of person, begins making veiled threats.
And then…the body of an old woman associated with the cat charity
is discovered in a shallow grave in Epping Forest (“London’s go-to destination
for burying bodies in shallow graves”). Mrs. Pargeter and her, um, associates
do some investigating on their own, including taking a trip to the Greek island
where the cats are collected from. Just what is the deal with this charity?
Which brings me back to the cats. We don’t really get to know
any cats in this story. We see a lot of cats in
cages, either being transported or waiting to be transported, but they
are not major players. So if you read this book, just don’t expect there to be
cats on every page. We did not find this disappointing though, as the story is
excellently told. The climactic scenes are gripping, and there is something
James Bond-ish about the way Mrs. Pargeter’s associates use their various
skills to get out of tense situations. And Mrs. Pargeter…well, I can’t say we liked her, exactly. But we did respect
her. She is the best Mrs. Pargeter we can imagine.
Mrs. Pargeter’s Public
Relations is a very entertaining book, well worth a read. Recommended!
A
note on the "Paws Up" system: Miss C gives either one or two paws up.
One paw is for a good read; two paws is for a great read. She never gives three
or four paws because that would require her to lie on her back...and Miss Cdoes notdo that!
We
received a free copy of this book in exchange for a fair and honest review. We
wouldn’t tell you it was good unless we really liked it!
The
link below is an Amazon Associates link. If you purchase the book through this
link, old SoLT and I could get some coin for our kibble account. Thank you!
We're doing something a little different for today's Sunday Selfie blog hop, hosted by The Cat on My Head. Today is also Talk Like Shakespeare Day, and Real Cat Webster has prepared a little something special. We hope you enjoy it!
We have two fun features for you today. First up is Real Cat Webster, who has a new cat-related word for you. And then it’s on to Friendly Fill-Ins. Webs, take it away!
Words with Webster
Hi, friends! Today on Words with Me, I have a really neat
word for you: kneazle. Kneazles are creatures
from Harry Potter. They look like big cats with spotted fur, large ears, and a
lion’s tail. They can be aggressive. They are also very intelligent and can
guide their owners home. You need a license to legally own a kneazle, so keep that in mind if you're thinking of getting one!
Cat/kneazle hybrids are possible, and it has been suggested
that Crookshanks, Hermione Granger’s cat, is part kneazle. Please enjoy this
video of an animatronic kneazle at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter theme park:
Friendly Fill-Ins
And now it’s time for Friendly
Fill-Ins, from 15andmeowing and McGuffy’s Reader. They are a fun way to learn a little bit about the authors of
the blogs you read. The first two questions, answered by old SoLT this week, are from Ellen of 15andmeowing, and the next
two, answered by Real Cat Paisley, are
from Annie of McGuffy’s Reader.
1.
The most interesting museum I have been to is the Freer|Sackler Galleries, part of the
Smithsonian. They’re undergoing renovation now, and I look forward to visiting
in the fall when everything is open again.
2.
The most interesting historical place I have been to is the Basilica Cistern
in Istanbul. This is a 6th-century cistern near the Hagia Sophia.
Part of Dan Brown’s Inferno takes
place there.
3. Pollen is back! Mommy is sneezing a lot.
4. I was surprised that my family has kept the dog they brought home last year. I was sure they would listen to me and take it back.
Researchers at Scotland’s University of Aberdeen got a small
surprise when they used a CAT scan to take a peek at what was inside an ancient
Egyptian cat mummy in their collection. Instead of a full-grown cat, what was
inside the mummy’s wrappings was actually just a kitten. Its neck had been
broken. While we may think of the Egyptians mummifying their dear, departed pets,
there also existed an industry that bred cats specifically to be mummified and
sold to worshipers as temple offerings, possibly to Bastet. In this case, the seller
might have made more money from a large cat than a kitten, so he likely bulked
up the mummy to charge a higher price.
However, Jaromir Malek* has written that, judging
from the evidence of other cat mummies, it wasn’t unusual for young cats to be
killed and mummified, most likely for sale. So it isn’t clear to us that the
seller was cheating the buyer in this case (though he may well have been).
*The Cat in Ancient
Egpyt. Revised edition. London: British Museum Press, 2006.
Each week in this space, we feature a senior cat in need of
adoption or sponsorship. Please remember all the older cats in shelters. They
make great companions, and unlike kittens, they (probably) won’t climb the curtains!
Adopt a senior cat, and help him or her enjoy the best years of their life.
This week we’re pleased to introduce Carmella, a really
sweet, laid-back girl with lovely long fur. Carmella is 8 years old and is
medium-sized. She loves to have her beautiful fur brushed every day. She also
enjoys being held and just spending quiet time with her special person.
Carmella has recently been diagnosed with diabetes. She is getting insulin
shots and has special food to eat. She needs to find a new person who will be
diligent about continuing her care so she stays healthy and happy.
Wouldn’t it be great to give Carmella the loving home she’s looking for? Learn more about her here.
Can’t adopt? You can still help! Check out Sammy’s Cat Necessities Fund, which provides money for everyday and medical needs of cats at the Baltimore Humane Society. You can also make a general donation or sponsor a particular animal on this page. Every little bit helps!
It’s that time of year when our thoughts turn to baseball…the
crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, a cat named Rhubarb. Okay, that last
one might not make everyone’s list, but it sure makes ours. Who could forget
the story of the scrappy yellow cat who went from living under a bush to owning
a Major League Baseball team? I am referring, of course, to Rhubarb, the 1951 film directed by Arthur Lubin and based on the book by H. Allen Smith.
The cat and his golf ball collection
Brooklyn Loons owner T. J. Banner (played by Gene Lockhart) has
a problem. His team stinks. The team’s manager (played by William Frawley; I Love Lucy, anyone?) and publicist Eric
Yeager (Ray Milland) think they need some better players, but Banner knows
better. What they really need is some spirit, some fight. They need the same kind of
fight exhibited by a certain yellow stray cat who steals rich men’s golf balls
right off the green. “Get me that cat,” Banner tells Yeager, basically.
And so the cat who comes to be known as Rhubarb goes from
managing his golf ball collection to inspiring a baseball team owner. (By the way,
a “rhubarb” in baseball is a dispute on the field. We never knew that before watching this movie.) When Banner dies, he leaves
his fortune and his team not to his scheming, selfish daughter but to Rhubarb.
Yeager is named as Rhubarb’s guardian. All well and good…well, except for the
daughter…and except for the players, who threaten to quit because they’re being
made fun of over their new owner. Good thing for Yeager they’re all a bunch of “superstitious
screwballs.” All he has to do is convince them that Rhubarb is their good-luck
charm, and they’ll love him.
An allergic fiancée, a disinherited daughter, and a catnapping!
Once the Brooklyn Loons have been thoroughly convinced that
all their good luck is down to Rhubarb, the cat becomes an indispensable part
of the team. He has a special seat at
the ballpark, where each player gives him a few pets before going to bat. He is
pursued by, well, I guess you’d call them feline groupies. With the team (now
known to one and all as the Rhubarbs) on their way to the World Series, things are
definitely looking up.
Success can breed trouble though, and Rhubarb has plenty of
that. First off, Yeager’s fiancée seems to be allergic to the cat. And let’s
not forget the millionaire’s daughter, who contends in court that the cat
currently living in *her* mansion is not the real Rhubarb. Then, worst of all,
Rhubarb is catnapped by bookies who are about to lose their shirts betting
against the Loons. Will the team get their good-luck charm back in time for the
pivotal game of the Series?
Well, it is a comedy, so basically, yes. But only after Rhubarb escapes and runs across the Brooklyn Bridge to get to the stadium.
Another masterful performance from Orangey
Rhubarb is played by Orangey the cat (whom you may also remember
from his brilliant performance in Breakfast at Tiffany’s). Orangey does a fantastic acting job in this film. He is
convincing as both the down-and-out stray with the golf ball collection and the
spruced-up millionaire. He is at once fierce and endearing. Orangey won his
first Patsy award (Picture Animal Top Star of the Year) for his work in Rhubarb.
Our verdict
We did get quite a few laughs out of this film. I will say
it was not side-splittingly funny, but there are plenty of hijinks, mainly
related to people trying to catch Rhubarb. It was fun seeing him jump from one
place to another, often with a bumbling human a step behind. The story is good,
with a variety of characters and a nice bit of drama (though you know things
are going to turn out okay in the end, which we think is a plus when you're looking for light entertainment). We especially liked how Yeager and his fiancée
proved that Rhubarb was Rhubarb. And we enjoy Ray Milland, so seeing him holding
a handsome orange tabby for much of the film was a big plus. (And did you spot Leonard Nimoy in the clip above? He looks so young!)
Rhubarb is a fun film. We recommend watching it on some quiet Saturday night or on a rainy afternoon when your favorite baseball team has been rained out. Make popcorn!
A
note on the "Paws Up" system: Miss C gives either one or two paws up.
One paw is for a good movie; two paws is for a great movie. She never gives
three or four paws because that would require her to lie on her back...and Miss
Cdoes notdo that!
The
link below is an Amazon Associates link. If you purchase the movie through this
link, old SoLT and I could get some coin for our kibble account. Thank you!
Today we're joining the Sunday Selfies blog hop, hosted by The Cat on My Head. This week's selfie comes courtesy of Real Cat Webster, who wanted to pose with his new greeting card, which he appears on the front of (find it on Zazzle!). Old SoLT agreed that this would be a good idea, so she put the card on the floor next to him.
He was just getting a good look at the card, when Real Cat Paisley showed up.
Then Paisley showed up more. It was at about this point that the dog also showed up, but that happened so fast, old SoLT couldn't get a picture of it.
Finally, everyone except Webs cleared out, and he got the shot he wanted:
Today we join Athena's Caturday Art blog hop with this Easter card that captures the moment a chick hatches on Real Cat Webster's head:
Old SoLT took a not very good photo of the Real Cats, messed with it in Lightroom to improve the exposure, applied a filter in LunaPic (she doesn't remember which one), and then used Illustrator to add the lettering and graphics from Adobe Stock.
Before we really start this post, please take this short
quiz:
Do you like Star Trek?
Do you like cats?
If you answered “yes” to both questions, then have we got a
book review for you! We were excited recently to discover the small book Star Trek Cats, by illustrator Jenny
Parks. What it is, is a collection of illustrations of scenes from the original
series, with cats standing in for the actors. Before you go off and start
thinking this is weird, let me just tell you…Captain James T. Kirk is such an orange tabby!
We were a little bit disappointed to find that there is no
actual story in this book, but we still have had plenty of fun looking through
the pictures. Jenny Parks’s illustrations are so well done, it is hard to stop
looking at them. We keep going back through the
book and finding details we missed the first or third time through. Cat
lovers who are also fans of the show will enjoy recognizing certain moments:
Spock’s mind meld, everyone falling down during a red alert, McCoy insisting he’s
“just an old country doctor.”
And yes, there are tribbles.
Highly recommended for that segment of our readership who
passed the quiz at the start of this post!
A
note on the "Paws Up" system: Miss C gives either one or two paws up.
One paw is for a good read; two paws is for a great read. She never gives three
or four paws because that would require her to lie on her back...and Miss Cdoes notdo that!
The
link below is an Amazon Associates link. If you purchase the book through this
link, old SoLT and I could get some coin for our kibble account. Thank you!
The Korat is a blue cat that originated in Thailand, where they are considered to bring good luck. Illustration by bullet_chained, via Adobe Stock.
The Korat is a handsome and ancient breed of cat from
Thailand (formerly Siam), where they are considered to bring good luck. They
are sometimes called Si Sawat in Thailand, meaning “color” and “good fortune.” In
fact, pairs of Korats have traditionally been given to newlywed couples in
Thailand to bring the marriage good luck. I don’t know about luck, but anyone
with a Korat has a blue-coated cat that tends to be playful, affectionate, and
loyal.
A coat like pampas grass
The Korat’s blue coat has a silvery, shimmery quality to it
that results from the effect of thousands of
individual hairs, each lighter colored at the root and darker near the
tip, which is silver. Large green eyes complement the blue coat, giving the
Korat a particularly striking face. In a 20th-century copy of an old
Thai text, the Korat is described like this:
The cat Mal-Ed has a body color like “Doklao” [dok meaning “flower, and lao meaning
“lemon grass” or “pampas grass”]. The hairs are smooth, with roots like clouds
and tips like silver. The eyes shine like dewdrops on the lotus leaf.
A Korat, showing the beautiful silver-tipped blue coat. Photo by Mikkel Bigandt, via Adobe Stock.
The five hearts of the Korat
There are said to be five hearts associated with the Korat:
The face forms a heart, which you will see if you look at
the cat straight on.
The top of the head forms a heart, which you will see if you
look down on it.
The nose forms a heart.
The cat’s chest shows a heart shape when the cat is sitting
down.
And of course there is the cat’s actual heart.
An ancient breed
The recorded history of the Korat goes back to a book called
Cat Book Poems, which was made
sometime between 1350 and 1767 and is now in the Bangkok National Library. It
describes 17 “good luck” cats, including the Korat. This book was copied
sometime in the 19th century, under commission from King Rama V
(1853–1910). This copy, called Smud Khoi
of Cats, is also in the national museum. Then there is the 20th-century
copy quoted above. You can see the 17 lucky cats on this page from Korat World (the Korat is
the fifth cat).
The Korat was named by King Rama V. When the king was asked
where the cats came from, he answered that they were from the Khorat region, which
is in the country’s northeast. It is thought that the cat’s coloring provided
good camouflage among the granite rocks common to that region.
Superstitions and stories associated with the Korat
Korats have large emerald-green eyes set in a face that suggests the shape of a heart--one of the breed's "five hearts." Photo by Mpc92, via Adobe Stock.
Traditionally, Korats could only be given as a gift; they
could not be bought and sold.
It is said that when Thai warriors charged into battle on
elephants, some carried their fierce male Korats with them.
The Korat’s fur represents wealth and good fortune.
The cat’s green eyes are like the green of young plants, representing
a good harvest.
The cat’s coat is like rain clouds, and rain brings a good
harvest.
A Korat with a kink in its tail is thought to be especially
lucky.
The Korat comes west
It seems that a Korat was exhibited at a cat show in 1896 at
Holland House in London. This cat, named Nam Noi and owned by Mrs. B. Spearman,
was described as “a blue cat from Siam.” Mrs. Spearman contended that the cat
was a Siamese, but it was disqualified from the Siamese class because of its unusual coloring. However, the cat placed first in the “Russian or Any Other Blue”
class. A report on the show said this:
Siamese were plentiful. Raheng was a really good male. Nam
Noi, a Blue, was entered as a Siamese, and very possibly came from Siam; but
that does not make him a Siamese any more than an English cat coming from
Persia would be a Persian. To my thinking, Nam Noi was an undoubted Russian.
The pick of all the Siamese, however was Rimo and when fullgrown he ought to
figure well and be a credit to that excellent studcat, King Kesho. In Russians
Nam Noi in its right class won.
Although there do seem to have been a few Korats in the
country much earlier, the first of these cats to “officially” arrive in the
United Kingdom came in 1972, when a female and two males were brought in. The
breed had arrived in the United States several years before, in 1959, when Jean
Johnson, owner of Cedar Glen cattery, was given two Korats. Other breeders also
imported Korats to establish breeding programs.
Today Korats remain rare, so count yourself lucky if you’ve
seen one!
Each week in this space, we feature a senior cat in need of
adoption or sponsorship. Please remember all the great older cats in shelters.
They make great companions, and they (probably) won’t climb the curtains! If
you can’t adopt but still want to help, look into sponsoring a cat in the
shelter or in foster care.
This week we are reintroducing Daisy, who is now nearly 11
years old and who has been with the kind humans at Bideawee for almost a whole
year. Daisy is a beautiful, medium-sized tabby girl. She is described as a diva
who would do best in a “loving, cat-savvy home with sass and humor.” Sound like
your place? Daisy’s ready to come in and take over!
Daisy is currently at Bideawee’s
Westhampton, New York, location. Learn more about her here.
We love Sherlock Holmes, so we could not wait to read Vicki
Delany’s new book that is set largely in a bookshop devoted entirely to the
fictional detective. It is really too bad that the Sherlock Holmes Bookshop and
Emporium is a fictional place, because we would like to go there. Right now.
A Sherlock emporium
The shop is located at 222 Baker Street in the touristy town
of West London on Cape Cod. It is co-owned by Gemma Doyle, an Englishwoman who
may be a distant relation of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Surprisingly, Gemma is not
a Sherlock fanatic. This is surprising both because of where she works and how
she notices…everything. Not many details escape her attention: the exact
location of every item in her shop, a frayed collar, a recently cut hangnail. She
is really very Sherlockian in her ability to notice these little things and deduce
explanations from them.
A valuable magazine and a dead body
Things take a turn for the weird in Gemma’s life when a tour
group descends upon her shop and a mysterious woman leaves something behind.
What she leaves is not something you’d just stick in the lost and found. It is
instead a very valuable magazine, possibly the most expensive magazine in the
world. It is something a well-heeled Sherlock collector might, um, kill to get
their hands on. We’re not talking People
here.
The turn for the weird continues when Gemma and her best friend, Jayne, track
the mysterious woman to a local hotel, only to discover her very recently
murdered body. Why did the woman leave the magazine hidden in the shop, and why
did someone kill her? Naturally, the police have the same questions, and Gemma
goes right to the top of the suspect list. This despite the fact that the lead
investigator, Ryan, is an old flame of hers. It doesn’t help that the female
detective with him zeroes in on Gemma in a really unpleasant way. Talk about
tense.
Moriarty the cat…and
a cocker spaniel
And that brings us to the important part of the book, the
cat. His name is Moriarty (which might sound rather ominous if you are familiar
with the Sherlock Holmes stories). He is a black cat who lives in the shop. He loves
and is loved by everyone—except Gemma. With nearly everyone else, he’s
friendly, jumping into laps, letting people pet him. But if Gemma gets close to
him, he might just take a swipe at her. You know, just for kicks.
Although Moriarty is a constant presence in the shop, he
remains mysterious. What motivates him? We’re not sure, but we got some valuable
insight into his character in this interview he granted our friend Mudpie over
at Melissa’s Mochas, Mysteries & Meows.
Oh, there’s also a dog, a cocker spaniel named violet who
lives in Gemma’s home.
Our verdict
We find Elementary,
She Read guilty…of making us stay up too late reading, of making us get
emotionally involved with a fictional character. We like Gemma Doyle immensely.
She is abrupt, abrasive, and annoyingly clever. She would be a difficult person
to have as a friend, and yet we would love to have tea with her, just to see
her amazing mind at work. Also, old SoLT would like to try to pet Moriarty.
Vicki Delany’s writing is excellent, and the plot is exquisite.
We loved the glimpse this book gave us into the world of Sherlock Holmes. It
was fun to see books we’ve read and movies and TV shows we’ve watched get
mentions, however brief. We did wish for a bit more cat. Maybe in the next
book.
Very highly recommended!
A
note on the "Paws Up" system: Miss C gives either one or two paws up.
One paw is for a good read; two paws is for a great read. She never gives three
or four paws because that would require her to lie on her back...and Miss Cdoes notdo that!
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received a free copy of this book in exchange for a fair and honest review. We
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We are pleased to be joining Athena's Caturday Art blog hop with this picture:
Old SoLT did this in Dreamscope with the Greek vase filter. We just love how it turned out. Sort of a modern take on a Greek vase. The frame is from PicMonkey.
Here is the original. It's an older picture of Real Cats Webster and Paisley, from several years ago, but it's one of old SoLT's favorites of the two of them together:
We have two fun features for you this Friday. First up is
Words with Webster, in which Webs shares some information about eyes. This is followed
by Friendly Fill-Ins.
Words with Webster
Hi, all! Real Cat Webster here. Today in Words with Me, I’ve
picked a really interesting word. It’s tapetum
(plural tapeta), and it means the
reflective layer behind the retina in the eye. My cousin Merriam-Webster
says that tapetum is
any of various membranous layers or areas especially of the
choroid and retina of the eye; specifically :
a layer in the choroid chiefly of nocturnal mammals that reflects light
and is made up of several layers of flattened cells covered by a zone of double
refracting crystals.
Whatever. Basically, it’s what helps us cats see so well at
night. Some light that comes into the eye misses the retina’s receptor cells,
and the tapetum reflects that light back toward the retina so it has another
chance to hit a receptor cell and get “seen.” The tapetum is also what makes
our eyes shine in the dark when you point a flashlight or something at us.
Pretty cool, huh? I mean, I’m twelve years old, and all this
time I never even knew I had a tapetum!
Friendly Fill-Ins
And now it’s time for Friendly
Fill-Ins, from 15andmeowing and McGuffy’s Reader. They are a fun way to learn a little bit about the authors of
the blogs you read. The first two questions, answered by Real Cat Paisley this
week, are from Ellen of 15andmeowing,
and the next two, answered by Real Cat Webster, are from Annie of McGuffy’s Reader.
Real Cat Paisley’s
answers
1. I don't understand why sleeping late on weekends
is so popular. C’mon, human. Five a.m., time to feed the kitty, even on
Sundays!
2. My in-case-of-emergency person is Mommy.
Real Cat Webster’s
answers
3. There is so much napping to be done! It’s hard to keep
up, actually.
4. I would be lost without my family. And my tapeta.