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Seventeen original stories about the "city of cats"Set in a world that exists on the same plane as humans, yet is hidden from us, Catopolis introduces readers to an assortment of cats, ranging from a feline Seer who must take destiny into her own paws to defeat a dictatorial tomcat thug...to a black cat who can call upon the powers of the "big cats" to wage a war against evil...to a cat who would be king...to the ins and outs of cat politics and the perils of using mice as ballots...to a cat burglar looking for a musical treasure for his "boss."
exchanged glances with his partner. Then he squatted down and crooned, “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.” There was a smile on his long, narrow face, but he had the malicious eyes of someone who’d rather yank a cat’s tail than stroke its head. Silent stayed where he was. He didn’t want to appear too unwary, lest it arouse suspicion. Moving slowly, the human extracted a plastic bag from a pocket. He took a white pellet out of it, and the mouthwatering smell of fish suffused the air. “Here, kitty,
a thunderbolt from the sky. His teeth met through One-Eye’s ear. He closed his eyes and shook his head, nearly deafened by One-Eye’s howls of pain and shame. After a few moments of bliss, he let go, stepped back. One-Eye struggled to his feet but kept his head low. “Who is king?” he purred. “You are,” panted One-Eye. “Not for long.” It was a rat. More than he could count had crawled out of their hole and crouched in a half-ring around the cats. In the center of the arc was the bloated, huge
how I wound up learning that lesson better than she did.” He wore a wistful smile. “I told her to stick close to her nest tonight, but she said, ‘And miss toss-out-the-stale-cheese day at the corner deli? I’ll be fine.’ Sure, now she wishes she hadn’t been such a know-it-all. Now she’s all, ‘Oh, if only I’d listened to you!’ Now she’s—” “—dead,” Lulu cut in. “Why do you make it sound as if she’s still speaking to you?” “Uh, because she is.” The hamster gave Lulu a
his claws and prepared to pounce. Inside the underground Grimoire Hall, Tenja nestled on a pillow reading a book she had borrowed from the shelves upstairs without Clara’s knowledge by means of the ka spell. It had been years since she’d read the Poe collection, and it was like visiting an old friend. Tenja had nearly finished Murders in the Rue Morgue, and she was anticipating The Purloined Letter, her personal favorite. I’ll recommend this book to Fergus the next time he stops by,
need to see right here.” “Please don’t fight, toms. Not over me,” the Perisan purred, wrapping her tail down flat to hide a hint of wicked smile. “The last thing I want is for—” “Rake yourself, sister. This is serious. We can’t stay here. Coon, Hacky, just come over here and look. Look at the light on the walls to either side—no shadows up above, only shadows down here.” Hacky just shrugged. “So?” “So aren’t you starting to feel a little warm?” The Coon spat an obscenity. “The garbage is on