My Father's Book is once again on sale

Trapper

The Cyber Snoop

With an Important Announcement

I forgot to mention the book about my dad is now in Paperback.

Earlier this month, I attended a Local Author's Book Fair with my owner.  Being that I am a cat, I had to remain out of sight, so nobody knew that I was there.  More than once during the day, as my owner was telling a reader about my dad, Street-Fighter, one of the heroes of the "Jasper, Street-Fighter, and Me" series.  I heard a prospective reader tell my owner that he should put out a book about my dad.  

Well, I  here to announce that "Street-Fighter" One of a Kind is now available through Amazon, both as an e-book and as a paperback.  The e-book is a KDP Select book so Kindle Unlimited members can read it for free.  

I am adding a picture of the New Cover, and of course, a link to the book on Amazon.

Street-Fighter One of a Kind

Issue 3 - My Sister Gets a Dunking.

Tales From Trapper the Cyber Snoop

Issue 3

February 10, 2018

Issue 3

Tales from Trapper the Cyber Snoop

Sorry, that this issue is late. The boss has the Flu, and is so zonked with it that he can fall asleep between the t and h went typing the…

It was getting hard for me to maintain my nickname as the Cyber Snoop, or Editor in Chief.  The Boss wasn’t writing much, he was fooling around with some ideas, but nothing seemed to stick.  What I did see was The Boss spending more and more time looking at pictures of houses. From what I saw, none of them looked like ours, either inside or outside. I kind of wished that I had the same abilities as my dad, Street-Fighter, and his co-star Jasper had. Then I could have just asked The Boss, what was going on.

It had been a funny winter, with very little snow, and the seven of us on the inside got to sit at the glass front door, way more than normal.  It also meant that the cats in the Feral community, where I had learned that we all came from, were sitting on the other side of the door. My sister, Cow Kitty, was at the door a lot, as was my mother, and Mr. Bond. Whom, since they were both now fixed, had bonded as a couple, and were at each other’s side more often than not.

When winter finally did arrive, at almost the end of March, it presented us with almost thirty inches of snow, and then promptly turned around and melted it all in a couple of days time. Then to make matter worse, we had a wind storm with over 80 miles an hour winds. By the time the snow had melted everything outside was either buried under downed tree limbs and or underwater, including cat bridge over the creek underwater.  I watched from the back window, as The Boss worked long and hard to clean up the mess and look after the cats in the pride.

 I had to laugh when I watched my sister Cow Kitty try to cross the bridge to get to the hunting field. The water over the bridge was deeper than her legs were tall and flowing pretty good. She lost her balance once and went under, but she came back up and made a desperate jump for the other side.  Yeup, you guessed it, she was a bit short with her jump, and in she went again. This time, having to fight her way over the down branches in the water, so she could finally get to dry land.  Once she was on the land, all of the other cats scattered, knowing full well, the temper that she had, and the fact that she did not like her fur getting wet or muddy. I was treated to a replay a few days later. Only this time, it was The Boss, who lost his footing and fell into the creek. Of course, he was trying to make the bridge safe for the cats to use.  There isn’t much that he won’t do for either the inside or outside group.

Issue 2 - The Tails Begin

Tales From Trapper the Cyber Snoop

Issue 2

January 2, 2018

The Tails Begin

As I promised in Issue 1, in this issue I will reveal, why my human, the Author Richard Nurse, (aka. The Boss) and I have been so silent for most of this year. Allow me to set the record straight; while The Boss made the majority of the decisions, I probably made the worst decision of all of us.  Consider that a tease, because I am not going to talk about that today.

The first two decisions The Boss made during the year both produced mixed results. Number one was to take a creative writing class. The course was not what he was looking for, and to make matters even worse he and the instructor, had greatly different styles, and methods.  By the end of the course, The Boss’s creative flame was not burning as bright as it had been when he began the class.  The second decision was to have some outside editing done on two different works. The first was a Beta Read of the fifth book in the Jasper, Street-Fighter, and Me series, Yeah, the one that my dad is one of the stars in. The second was a total editing of an existing story, that he had rewritten, to address some issues.

The Beta read was excellent and very insightful. The only problem being that the reader had not read any of the preceding four books in the series, so that many questions were asked that a reader of the series would have already known.  That was not the case with the editing of the existing story.  The editor was way behind schedule, and was making so many changes, that it seemed at least to The Boss, that it was no longer his story.  Then when the editor requested the balance of the funds be paid, prior to the completion of the work, the relationship dissolved, and I know it left a bad taste in both parties’ mouths.  The creative flame, which was already somewhat dim, began to flicker. While it didn’t go out it did pick a new area to focus on. One that was both mental and physical.

The Boss, with me at his side, left the office on the second floor, and descended down into the basement to his wood shop, which was in a shambles. I hadn’t seen him in other than to check on the sump pump during a storm or if he was looking for one of us cute four legged members of the household. He began to clean the shop, but as I watched, he changed from throwing things away, to making things out of piles of scrap lumber in the shop.  He made me a bed, and then made a sign for the box declaring me the Editor in Chief. Actually, he ended up making two, for TomTom snitched the original one he made for me, since we both spent most of our time with him when he was in the office.

That wasn’t the only things that he made out of the scraps of wood in the basement. Out of nowhere, he created four little wagons, with working wheels and a primitive wagon hitch bar. They were just the right size to hold his books, and he used them to sell his books at shows. It took almost two months for us to clean the basement, because he also finished every unfinished project he came across, and then began the big project; He stripped all of the old tiles off the painted floor, and then scrapper the floor clean, and painted it with both primer and then cement paint. He kept telling me, that everything he was doing was geared toward selling the house somewhere in the future. 

I didn’t know what in the future meant, or how close the future was to becoming now, but The Boss was happy, as was the ‘The Boss’s’ Boss. Therefore, I was happy, just to be a part of the family, and sort of The Boss’s special cat.

Issue 1: Tales from Trapper the Cyber Snoop - Introduction

Tales From Trapper the Cyber Snoop

Issue 1

December 5, 2017

Welcome to the first issue of my new blog.  My human partner, the Author Richard Nurse, is giving me this opportunity to tell about his and my life from my point of view.  I would like take this opportunity to tell you we first came to be friends.  We first met on August 21, 2014, when my sister and I made our first appearance outside of the feral nursery. I was a bit more confident than she was, but we stayed pretty close as we just young kittens.  We were truly blessed since we had the best cat mom in the world, who had long ago befriended my human, along with her mate Street-Fighter.  Ye’up, my dad, is one of the stars of the Jasper, Street-Fighter, and Me Series.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

I got the name Trapper, during the time that my human, was trapping us with Have A Heart trap, and getting us Spayed or Neutered, along with our shots.  We all got to come back home, and live a very comfortable life for feral. Now how I really got my name, was that I was one of the first ones to be neutered and get my shots. When we came back, I quickly learned that if I went into the trap, I could grab a snack and that my human would let me out and reset it. I actually made three trips to the vets, once because he missed that it was I, and the last time was because I had suckered one of the bigger males into the trap along with me. He was a big Black and White male, that my father had designated as his heir apparent to the position of Alpha Male of our pride.  My Human gave him the name of Mr. Bond or James for short since he told me his coat made him look like he was wearing a tuxedo.  We became good friends during the night I spent in the cage with him.   H’mm, that could make a great story for a future blog.

                                            

                                                                                                                                                                                                           Mr. Bond telling tales to Sassy's four new kittens                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

I learned that I could trust my human, and I liked what I saw through the door, where the inside cats lived. Then one morning I was sitting at the door when he came out to feed us. He held the door open for me. I made my choice, and gave my sister, Cow Kitty, a gentle smack on the head and went in through the door. I stopped just inside the door and just sat there, waiting for the other cats to all appear. My human was squatted down and petting me as the other cats in the house began to come into the foyer to give me the once-over. They were lead, of course, by TomTom, the big red tabby, who not only rules the house and all inside it, but also is the reason why I was blessed to be born where I was.  Needless to say, I was accepted into the inside gang, and I made myself very special to my human.

I hope you found this issue enjoyable and will continue to follow my new blog. Issue two will deal with the major life changes my human made earlier this year, and how it affected me.