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    Bits and Pieces: Cat Daddies Mysteries, #1
    Bits and Pieces: Cat Daddies Mysteries, #1
    Bits and Pieces: Cat Daddies Mysteries, #1
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    Bits and Pieces: Cat Daddies Mysteries, #1

    By Wren Cavanagh

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    (Novella) What is a cat to do when he sees his cat daddy framed as a killer? 

    Murders most brutal strike the close knit community of Urchin Cove. Bodies keep dropping, animals and people go missing, suspicions grow and fingers are pointed in this unusual Oregon coast town.

    It soon becomes a dangerous case for the unique (and huge) Jericho. His cat dad and new town vet, the young and handsome Dr. All Medley is under suspicion and it could cost them both everything.

    To bring justice to the cove and rescue his human Jericho must deal with a ruthless murderer and criminals involved in a horrific animal fighting ring. Along the way, the huge feline fellow becomes a cat daddy himself.

    Bits and Pieces is the first novella in the first cycle of the Cat Daddies Mystery series. This exciting new series will culminate its first cycle in a full size novel on its fifth book.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNotch's House Publishing
    Release dateOct 31, 2016
    ISBN9781524220044
    Bits and Pieces: Cat Daddies Mysteries, #1

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      Bits and Pieces - Wren Cavanagh

      How it all started: John Mott

      John Mott was so disliked that when Cow Riddley, one of the town’s mailmen, found his body spread out in largish bits, from head to toes along the rural route of Chrysalis Road on a warm spring morning, he was sickened, disgusted even.

      But not surprised.

      After all, Mott had been Urchin Cove’s most disliked policeman. Scratch that. He was downright hated by a large swath of the Cove’s normally good-natured inhabitants, disliked by others, and avoided by the rest if they could.

      The man was big, mean, and impatient. Cruel and cunning; originally from Las Vegas, he had been one of the Cove’s new policemen for a bit over a year. Why he still had a job was a mystery to all. Some had personally visited the town’s most esteemed and respected doyenne to ask for her insight.

      Edith Lenore Warglory: the secret and very private mayor of the Cove (when necessary), a woman who was rarely seen out of her stately home. But none the less seem to know everything that happened in the cove.

      God bless her, a hundred if she was a day, she had offered none. She might have had them, mind you, but hadn’t offered any. Esteemed though she may be, she could be a cryptic sort of woman.

      A downright riddle of a woman on occasion.

      His head was right there, right at the entry of the road. You couldn’t miss it. I had to drive to the side of the road to avoid it.

      From behind the USPS main counter, Cow held court to all the visitors that suddenly had mail to send. No jokes about

      snail mail today. No sir.

      Then an arm...about thirty feet down the road the other, kept going like that. His privates were in Elaine Jackson’s bird feeder. Finally, at the end of the road I found both feet, one next to the other like they was standing at attention! Toenails painted fire truck red!

      He paused and looked at his audience; in rapt attention they hung onto his every word.

      Right on Calvin Ronson’s front porch, he shrugged, those two were right unhappy, but I had to call the Chief. No choice there, a murder is a murder.

      Everyone agreed, there hadn’t been much choice there.

      Anyone in jail? One of the men asked.

      Don’t know, Cow shrugged. Chief Gallia came, seemed like she brought the entire police force plus a few extras, then she took over. Good thing too, I had mail to deliver!

      His attentive crowd agreed that Cow was a dedicated public servant and he had his priorities straight; as Cow returned to the back of the Post Office to sort mail or do whatever else mailmen did they began to gossip and chatter amongst themselves.

      After all: No one had liked Mott enough to be too distraught to go on with their daily lives, most likely not even his mother, who nobody had met. However, anyone who had met Mott figured she had to be worse than her son, and as Mott was not from the Cove, her existence was not taken for granted. He could have hatched from the egg of some large unpleasant insect, somehow, somewhere.

      Monday

      All Love Medley, Urchin Cove’s newest resident and veterinarian, stood in the parking lot with his cat admiring his new clinic. The cat draped over his human’s shoulders in a fireman’s carry was a giant named Jericho who didn’t have so much as a single white or colored hair in his glossy black coat, his eyes were the most unusual blue eyes and the tips of his fangs, protruding from under his upper lips, were of a pure white, nearly translucent.

      He was not your typical cat, but his human didn’t know that yet.

      A blue nylon harness and leash kept him tethered to the man.

      It was the man’s idea of course, the cat appreciated and respected the motivation behind it and so he put up with it and chalked it off as crap you have to put up when hanging out with a well-intentioned human.

      They had just returned from Sugar Buns after picking up a box of donuts and danishes to share with the employees at the clinic; a local business, it made amazing pastries and had a great coffee bar.

      Now fortified by the caffeine and the best maple cronut-like thingie All had ever tasted, he was ready to face the day.

      Excited and nervous, All Medley had dressed up for his first day at his own practice, and he cut an attractive figure for anyone that might have noticed him this early in the day. He was tall, fit, and had a thick head of mousy brown hair that sometimes got out of control. He had been told more than a few times that he was attractive, something that he didn’t mind hearing but didn’t believe or disbelieve; he was normally a confident man who didn’t care too much about other’s judgments of his appearance.

      But today was not a normal day.

      And today he sported a shiner over his left eye that was large and nearly as black as his cat; his lower lip had been recently split and was now crusted over.

      He touched the wound and grimaced.

      Way to make a first impression with the clients, he thought and cringed with a sigh.

      His arrival to the Cove had been anything but calm and he hoped and prayed it wouldn’t be a sign of things to come as he took a long sip from his coffee mug and admired his new practice.

      It was a large and beautiful Victorian style home: A ‘Painted Lady’ that served as both residence and practice. It had been an amazing deal and he still couldn’t believe it was his.

      He felt his heart soar with excitement and stomach clench with anticipation, and just a bit of fear. All had bought the practice from Dr. Henry ‘Groovy’ McGroove; the local veterinarian who had finally decided to retire and take up fishing full-time.

      All was now one of two working vets in the entirety of Urchin Cove.

      Old Dr. Manning, Galatea Manning that is, being the other: he had met her, and liked her quite a bit. Dr. Manning was more of a dog woman, strong as an oak, old as dirt and opinionated as the day was long. But friendly and pleasant, most importantly she was a kind vet and person. All the same, the majority of her practice was dedicated to farm animals with the odd cat and dog as they came along.

      That left All as the sole town vet.

      And that had been part of the deal: For him to buy the practice as affordably as it had been agreed to, he would see any and all pets brought in by the community. He could refer them for treatment elsewhere if the problem was out of his specialty or capabilities, or if it was a financial impossibility, but he had to at least see them and offer care if possible.

      While All was a cat specialist he had no problem accepting that deal. He was willing to see anything; from turkeys to bisons.

      Hell, I’ll take a dragon, anything, he thought as he considered the upcoming bills.

      Wow, Jericho. My own practice. How ‘bout it! We gotta make a go of it buddy. All my money went into this. Every dang penny!

      He slowly caressed the cat’s head, then crossed the parking lot and walked into his clinic.

      The doorbell rang on his entry and the two women behind the counter looked up to him at the same time. Thick and thin, he thought. Debbie and Joyvanna, both women were older, both infinitely kind and patient; he had met them and got to know them a bit when he first looked into buying McGroove’s practice.

      Debbie Czekaj was big-boned, bubbly and a bit of a smartass, but seemed to like everyone; her ginger brown hair was set in a page boy style and almost reached her shoulders.

      Joyvanna ‘Call me Joy’ Ho was thin, more low-key and unassuming; an observant woman whose sense of humor was dry but quick, she had long black and gray hair that flowed loosely down her back.

      Hector, Debbie’s brindle pug was napping in the dog bed under the desk by Joy’s side; he barely opened his eyes to a sliver to acknowledge

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