05 February 2019

Street Cat Blues by Alison O'Leary Blog Tour! @alisonoleary81 @rararesources

Street Cat Blues
After spending several months banged up in Sunny Banks rescue centre, Aubrey, a large tabby cat, has finally found his forever home with Molly and Jeremy Goodman and life is looking good.
However, all that changes when a serial killer begins to target elderly victims in the neighbourhood. Aubrey wasn’t particularly upset by the death of some of the previous victims, including Miss Jenkins whom Aubrey recalls as a vinegar-lipped bitch of an old woman who enjoyed throwing stones at cats, but Mr Telling was different. Mr Telling was a mate…

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This extract is taken from the beginning of Chapter Four, in which Aubrey slips through the cat flap in Mr. Telling’s house to see if he can find out anything about how he died. All was going well until he heard the faint clicking of the back door opening …
Aubrey strained his ears to hear what was going on and felt his heart start to thump against his ribs. He’d only just got behind the curtain in time. The sill was narrow and there was barely room to move. He wouldn’t be able to keep still for too long, he knew. Apart from anything else, a layer of thin dust coated the lining of the curtains and it was already causing a tickle at the back of his throat. This was a cat’s worst nightmare, being cornered somewhere with no way of escape. It was right up there with being stuck in a room with a tin of cat food and nobody to open it.  He swallowed hard. Whatever happened, he daren’t make a noise. Whoever was in the house would find him and haul him out. Even if it was someone who didn’t hate cats, they might think that he was a stray and decide to rescue him. Some cat lovers were almost as bad as cat haters with their do-gooding. It would be like it had been after Raj had died, before he knew where he was, he’d be banged up in the rescue centre again.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to panic. There was nothing on him to say where he lived. What if he got taken back to Sunny Banks Rescue Centre? Molly and Jeremy would think that he had just disappeared, cats often did, and there would be nothing that he could do about it. It wouldn’t be like he could get a message to them or anything. And even if he got chosen again, he might not be so lucky in his new owners the next time. A cat in a rescue centre is at the mercy of whoever decides to pick it. There was nothing to stop any psycho turning up and pretending to be a cat lover and that was that. Robert was your mother’s brother. Dead as a door knocker. Or worse.
Author Bio –
I was born in London and spent my teenaged years in Hertfordshire where I spent large amounts of time reading Agatha Christie novels and avoiding school. Failing to gain any qualifications in Science whatsoever, the dream of being a forensic scientist crashed and burned when a careers teacher suggested that I might like to work in a shop. Later studying Law, I decided to teach rather than go into practice and have spent many years working as a college lecturer teaching mainly Criminal Law to adults and young people.
I live on the south coast with my husband John and cat Archie. When not writing I enjoy crosswords, walking by the sea and drinking wine. Not necessarily in that order.
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