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A Whiskered Perspective

Something doesn’t feel right. You thought you brought up a good point, but then the conversation derailed, you got blamed yet again, then got confused and just gave up.

Could it be you? Could you be that much of a screwup?

Or are you being gaslighted?

Miller thinks she has found love but her cat, Pumpkin, tells a darker story. Not all love is equal, even if you desperately want it to be.

All it takes is a great smile, a winning personality, then when they’ve got control the switch flips and you start to deteriorate under their loveless gaze. Don’t let this happen to you.

This is a story that will resonate with both cat lovers and soulmate seekers; in the search for a long-term partner, you’ll wish you had Pumpkin by your side.

How far will Pumpkin go to protect Miller? Will his sacrifice save the woman that saved him?

Excerpt from A Whiskered Perspective:

Have you ever been set on fire?

I have.

Tied up, thrown into a bag, the smell of gasoline filling my nostrils…

Such is the way of the warrior.

I had been minding my own business, hunting mice for dinner when the neighborhood bully caught me by surprise with a pillowcase.

The local humans would whisper I was the trouble tom, always picking fights with their house cats, or spraying on their fence line.

And, of course, attacking the neighborhood bully when he threw rocks at me.

Now he had the advantage. My sharp claws could only do so much damage through the fabric, and he grabbed my legs and tied them so my claws would no longer be an issue. I yowled and spat and hissed with the rage of fire but to no avail. The way of the warrior is to accept death, but this was my seventh life, and I was not ready to give it up. But I could see no way I would survive as the pillowcase caught fire.

“Hey!” a woman screamed.

I heard the bully run away laughing as my flesh started to sear. The pain was building, and even with meditation techniques, I could not get my mind far enough from the pain.

Then my miracle came. Someone doused the pillowcase in water. Cold, blessed water.

The ropes came off and the makeshift sack was opened. Delirious as I was, I knew not to struggle as this random woman, this passerby, scooped me up in her arms and carried me down the street. She took me into her house and tended my wounds while I lay panting, grateful to be alive.

Weeks go by, and I continued to heal and snuggle with this woman. I made sure to do nothing to upset her, to throw me away, and only sprayed in the litter box and did my business there. She was grateful for this kindness and cleaned it every day for me.

Her house was a small three-bedroom house. She lived alone, a teacher educating other people’s children but coming home to no one. I was the answer to her loneliness. She talked to me every day about the goings-on in her life. She kept a diary, which I read from time to time. We were grateful for each other.

This is the story of my friend and me.

What People are saying:

This had me on the edge of my seat til the end. I love Pumpkin!

–Chelsea

I loved the pacing and back and forth between Pumpkin’s point of view and Miller’s diary entries. Once I sat down to read it I couldn’t put it down! It fully grabbed my attention and I finished it in one sitting. It’s definitely a darker relationship story with a narcissist; I loved the contrast between the narcissist and Pumpkin. I would love to read more Pumpkin books.

–Emily T.

Such a great story! Loved the premise of the cat telling the tale. Hoping for a follow-up sequel. Quick read, couldn’t stop till the end. Plenty of twists and turns to hold your interest!

–Paula LeBlanc, Amazon Reviewer

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