Senor Fluffy: A Cat’s Tale

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Congrats to Hazel Lynch, one of my favourite editing clients and the author of Senor Fluffy, a Cat’s Tale, for her hilarious new novella.

It’s about a Parisian cat who’s uprooted from his posh home and finds himself coping with the hoi-polloi in New York. Belly-busting funny.

Good job, Hazel!

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Here’s her fabulous video.

Here’s a link to a recent Newsday article about her.

And you can find her here.

COVER BLURB FOR SENOR FLUFFY

“I laughed so hard at the adventures of Señor Fluffy and Madame Du Bois, but even more at Fluffy’s friends: a Jamaican Rastafarian cat called Marley; a parrot called Esmeralda who can cook mean Trini street food; a library-card carrying rat called Reena, and so many more. Tears!”

Roslyn Carrington, writer and editor

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Excerpt

SERIOUSLY, MDB?

I, Señor Fluffy, am mystified that my owner, Madame Du Bois, is hell bent on going to New York City—that concrete jungle, of all places. I cannot wrap my whiskers around the idea of moving from Paris, the city of lights, where I was born, bred, and living a life of privilege—to embracing the unknown.

Here, I have butlers and housekeepers at my beck and call; the top floor for myself, toys, and several varieties of catnip. I’m accustomed to water flown in from the Swiss Alps, fresh cow’s milk, caviar, salmon, paté, and whatever my heart desires. I Señor Fluffy, fare sumptuously every day.

            Now, Madame Du Bois is obscenely rich. To be candid, though, she is extremely gullible. Just about anyone who comes knocking at our door with a sad tale, convoluted story, or dangling a how-to-get-rich-quick scheme is welcome. Who in their right mind tries to “get rich quick” when they’re already rich? I guess what they say is true: The rich always want to get richer. My Madame Du Bois—or MDB as I call her when I am in a bad mood—gives them any amount of money they ask for, without ever signing a contract—or even a piece of stripped bark.

After about 29 hair-brained schemes—all gone wrong, all causing her to leak money like a drippy tap—she decides she needs to go where no one knows of her foolishness and no one knows her name. And of all places, New York City. I’ve been there and done that, and I am not impressed.

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It was a joy to work with you, Hazel!