Cats and Dogs and Groundhogs, Oh My!

By Barb Goffman

Actor W.C. Fields once famously said, “Don’t work with children or animals.” Well, children and animals might be hard to work with in the movies, but in fiction, they’re a dream. You want a dog to bark, alerting the family to an intruder? It barks. (Or in the case of a famous Sherlock Holmes story, it doesn’t bark.) You need buzzards to circle a dead body in a field, giving sleuths a clue of where to look? They do it. Even simply the presence of an animal can be important to a story. Showing someone who loves or hates a pet tells so much about his character. Indeed, animals can be such a big help with fictional plots, I use them often.

In my short stories I’ve had three dogs, two cats, a groundhog, and coming next spring, cows! My newest story is called “Crazy Cat Lady.” It’s a psychological suspense tale in which a woman comes home to find her home looking perfectly in order, yet she feels certain someone has broken into her house. Amongst her biggest clues: Her orange tabby, Sammy, doesn’t greet her at the door. If Sammy is hiding, she knows, something is wrong. Sammy plays an important role in the story, which you can read at the first issue of Black Cat Mystery Magazine, which was published earlier this month by Wildside Press.

If you like funny capers, you’ll enjoy my story “The Shadow Knows,” which involves a plot to kidnap Moe, the official groundhog of a fictional town in Vermont. Some people think that whether a groundhog sees his shadow on February 2nd depends on what his handlers decide. Well, not my main character, Gus. He’s certain that Moe has special powers, and Moe is the reason his town always has long winters. Gus decides he has to save his town and get rid of Moe. But, of course, things don’t always go as planned. This story was a finalist for the Agatha, Macavity, and Anthony awards. You can find it in the anthology Chesapeake Crimes: Homicidal Holidays, which has stories set on holidays throughout the year.

          

As for dogs, my story “Ulterior Motives” shows how a dog can help serve up a clue, hopefully without the reader even noticing it. In this mystery story involving a local political campaign, the main character has a dog (with a useful doggy door) who alerts her  to noises outside the house at night.  You can read “Ulterior Movies” in Ride 2, an anthology of stories involving bicycles.

And just to bring things back to cats once more, I have a whodunit called “The Lord is my Shamus,” in which a cat–and an allergy to it–plays a key role. This story won the Macavity Award for best mystery short story published in 2013 and was a finalist for the Anthony Award. It was originally published in the anthology Chesapeake Crimes: This Job is Murder and was republished in my own short story collection, Don’t Get Mad, Get Even.

I’d love to hear from you about mystery/crime short stories you’ve written or read that involve animals. We hear so much about cozy novels with cats. Well, how about short stories? Readers, please share your favorites!

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Confessions of a Cat-less Cat Lady

Hi, my name is Kristin Kisska, and I’m addicted to cats.

There, I said it.  I love cats, always have…The way they stretch their neck when scratched under their throat, purring, their soft fur, the feline stealth walk, their purring, and even the way they walk figure eights underfoot to get someone’s attention.  I’m convinced I may have been a feline in a previous life given my love of snoozing in a random sunbeam.

Oh, did I mention the purrs?  In my humble opinion, there is no better anti-anxiety med than a purring cat sitting on your lap. Amiright?

So why no cats, Kristin?  Yes, I sometimes ask myself the same question, to which I can only respond a certain adult, male human—who shall remain nameless—in my household cannot abide living among pets. Yeah, my kids and I don’t get it either.

What’s a cat-less cat lady to do?

I get my feline fix by visiting (and donating pet goods to) our local SPCA.

Here is a little tuxedo kitten, Swango, we recently crushed on.

And this adorable three-month-old brown tabby, Turquoise, almost made its way to his forever home.  Mine.

Someday it’ll happen.  This cat lady will no longer be cat-less.  But until then, my furry friends will live amid the photos on my phone and tucked quietly between the pages of my books.

Meow.

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