Master your Minecraft
 
 

Special Offers see all

Enter to WIN a $100 Credit

Subscribe to PowellsBooks.news
for a chance to win.
Privacy Policy

Tour our stores


    Recently Viewed clear list


    What I'm Giving | November 29, 2014

    Neil Patrick Harris: IMG Neil Patrick Harris: What I'm Giving



    At Powell's, we feel the holidays are the perfect time to share our love of books with those close to us. For this special blog series, we reached... Continue »

    spacer
Qualifying orders ship free.
$4.50
List price: $7.99
Used Mass Market
Ships in 1 to 3 days
Add to Wishlist
Qty Store Section
1 Beaverton Mystery- A to Z
1 Burnside Mystery- A to Z

More copies of this ISBN

Cat Spitting Mad: A Joe Grey Mystery (Joe Grey Mysteries)

by

Cat Spitting Mad: A Joe Grey Mystery (Joe Grey Mysteries) Cover

 

Synopses & Reviews

Publisher Comments:

Chapter One

It was the tortoiseshell kit who found the bodies, blundering onto the murder scene as she barged into every disaster, all four paws reaching for trouble. She was prowling high up the hills in the pine forest when she heard the screams and came running, frightened and curious — and was nearly trampled by the killer's horse as the rider raced away. Churning hooves sent rocks flying. The kit ran from him, tumbling and dodging.

But when the rider had vanished into the gray foggy woods, the curious kit returned to the path, grimacing at the smell of blood.

Two women lay sprawled across the bridle trail. Both were blond, both wore pants and boots. Neither moved. Their throats had been slashed; their blood was soaking into the earth. Backing away, the kit looked and looked, her terror cold and complete, her heart pounding.

She spun and ran again, a small black-and-brown streak bursting away alone through the darkening evening, scared nearly out of her fur.

This was late Saturday afternoon. The kit had vanished from Dulcie's house on the previous Wednesday, her fluffy tortoiseshell pantaloons waggling as she slid under the plastic flap of Dulcie's cat door and trotted away through the garden beneath a light rain, escaping for what the two older cats thought would be a little ramble of a few hours before supper. Dulcie and Joe, curled up by the fire, hadn't bothered to follow her — they were tired of chasing after the kit.

"She'll have to take care of herself," Dulcie said, rolling over to gaze into the fire. But as the sky darkened not only with evening but with rain, Dulcie glanced worriedly toward the kitchen and her cat door.

Wilma, Dulcie's human housemate,passing through the room, looked down at the cats, frowning, her silver hair bright in the lamplight. "She'll be all right. It isn't raining hard."

"Not yet, it isn't," Dulcie said dourly. "It's going to pour. I can smell it." A human could never sort out such subleties as a change in the scent of the rain. She loved Wilma, but one had to make allowances.

"She won't go up into the hills tonight," Wilma said. "Not with a roast in the oven. Not that little glutton."

"Growing kitten," Joe Grey said, rolling onto his back. "Tom between insatiable wanderlust and insatiable appetite." But he, too, glanced toward the cat door.

In the firelight, Joe's sleek gray coat gleamed like polished pewter. His white nose and chest and paws shone brighter than the porcelain coffee cup Wilma was carrying to the kitchen. His yellow eyes remained fixed on the cat door.

Wilma sat down on the couch beside them, stroking Dulcie. "You two never want to admit that you worry about her. I could go look for her — circle a few blocks before dinner."

Dulcie shrugged. "You want to crawl under bushes and run the rooftops?"

"Not really." Wilma tucked a strand of her long white hair into her coral barrette. "She'll be back any minute," she said doubtfully.

"Too bad if she misses supper," Dulcie said crossly. "The roast lamb smells lovely."

Wilma stroked Dulcie's tabby ears, the two exchanging a look of perfect understanding.

Ever since Joe and Dulcie discovered they could speak the human language, read the morning paper, and converse with their respective housemates, Dulcie and Wilma had had a far easier relationship than did Joe Grey and his bachelor human. Joe and Clyde were always at odds. Twostubborn males in one household. All that testosterone, Dulcie thought, translated into hardheaded opinions and hot tempers.

The advent of the two cats' sudden metamorphosis from ordinary cats (well, almost-they had after all always been unusually good-looking and bright, she thought smugly) into speaking, sentient felines had disrupted all their lives, cats and humans. Joe's relationship with Clyde, which had already been filled with goodhumored conflict, had become maddening and stressful for Clyde. Their arguments were so fierce they made her laugh — a rollingover, helpless cat laugh. Were all bachelors so stubborn?

And speak of the devil, here came Clyde barging in through the back door dripping wet, no umbrella, wiping his feet on the throw rug, then pulling off his shoes. His dark, cropped hair was dripping, his windbreaker soaking. Dropping his jacket in the laundry, he came on through to the fire, turning to warm his backside. He had a hole in his left sock. Violent red socks, Dulcie saw, smiling. Clyde was never one for subleties. As Wilma went to get him a drink, Clyde sprawled in the easy chair, scowling.

"What's with you?" Joe gave him a penetrating, yellow-eyed gaze. "You look like you could chew fenders."

Clyde snorted. "The rumormongers. Having a field day."

"About Max Harper?"

Clyde nodded. The gossip about his good friend, Molena Point's chief of police, had left Clyde decidedly bad-tempered. The talk, in fact seemed to affect Clyde more than it did Harper. To imply, as some villagers were doing, that Harper was having an affair with one of the three women he rode with — or maybe with all three — was beyond ridiculous. Twenty-two-year-old Ruthie Marnerwas a looker, all right, as was Ruthie's mother. And Crystal Ryder was not only a looker but definitely on the make.

But Harper rode with them for reasons that had nothing to do with lust or romance. The cats couldn't remember the villagers — most of whom loved and respected Harper — ever before spreading or even tolerating such gossip.

Clyde accepted his glass from Wilma, swallowing half the whiskey-and-water in an angry gulp. "A bunch of damned troublemakers."

"Agreed," Wilma said, sitting down on the end of the velvet couch nearest the fire. "But the gossip has to die. Nothing to keep it going."

Clyde glanced around the room. "Where's the..."

Synopsis:

Crime-solving feline Joe Grey and his friend Dulcie are back and attempt to find out who is framing Molena Point's sheriff Max Harper for a double murder and kidnapping. The only witness, a young girl, has disappeared. Both Dulcie and Joe know Max is innocent, but their sleuthing is hampered by their new "ward", a vivacious kitten whose curiosity could get them all killed.

Synopsis:

Hell hath no fury like a feline enraged. Though Joe Greyand Dulcie are merely housecats, they each have astrong sense of justice — to complement their uncannyability to read, speak, and use the telephone. And they'refurious that Max Harper, police chief of Molena Pointand preferred target for Joe's harmless pranks, has beenaccused of a gruesome double murder.

The fleet-footed sleuthing duo is intent upon restoringan old friend's good name. But finding the missing littlegirl who was sole witness to the crime won't be easy — especially with a hungry cougar on the prowl, a cat-killeron the loose ... and the kittenish antics of Joe and Dulcie'splayful new "ward" causing big trouble that could takemore than nine lives to survive.

About the Author

Shirley Rousseau Murphy is the author of Cat in the Dark, Cat on the Edge, Cat Under Fire, and Cat Raise the Dead, and has received five Council of Authors and Journalists Awards for previous books. She graduated from San Francisco Art Institute, has worked as a commercial artist and has exhibited paintings and sculptures extensively on the West Coast. She and her husband live in Carmel, California. Their cats have included a tom that twice warned them of burglars in the middle of the night by growling, and a cat that liked to ride horseback.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780061059896
Subtitle:
A Joe Grey Mystery
Author:
Murphy, Shirley Rousseau
Author:
by Shirley Rousseau Murphy
Author:
Fleischman, Sid
Publisher:
Avon
Location:
New York
Subject:
California
Subject:
Cats
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - General
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - Series
Subject:
Mystery fiction
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - Cat Sleuths
Subject:
Grey, Joe
Subject:
United States - 20th Century
Subject:
Mystery-A to Z
Copyright:
Edition Number:
1st ed.
Edition Description:
Mass Market PB
Series:
Joe Grey Mysteries (Paperback)
Series Volume:
104-750
Publication Date:
20011030
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
from 4
Language:
English
Pages:
304
Dimensions:
10 x 7 in 38.00 oz
Age Level:
from 9

Other books you might like

  1. Cat Raise the Dead: A Joe Grey Mystery Used Mass Market $4.50
  2. Cat Under Fire: A Joe Grey Mystery Used Mass Market $3.50
  3. Cat on the Edge: A Joe Grey Mystery Used Mass Market $5.50
  4. Cat Seeing Double: A Joe Grey... New Mass Market $7.99
  5. Cat in the Dark (Joe Grey Mysteries) New Mass Market $7.99
  6. Cat Laughing Last: A Joe Grey... Used Mass Market $4.95

Related Subjects

Fiction and Poetry » Mystery » A to Z

Cat Spitting Mad: A Joe Grey Mystery (Joe Grey Mysteries) Used Mass Market
0 stars - 0 reviews
$4.50 In Stock
Product details 304 pages Avon Books - English 9780061059896 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , Crime-solving feline Joe Grey and his friend Dulcie are back and attempt to find out who is framing Molena Point's sheriff Max Harper for a double murder and kidnapping. The only witness, a young girl, has disappeared. Both Dulcie and Joe know Max is innocent, but their sleuthing is hampered by their new "ward", a vivacious kitten whose curiosity could get them all killed.

"Synopsis" by , Hell hath no fury like a feline enraged. Though Joe Greyand Dulcie are merely housecats, they each have astrong sense of justice — to complement their uncannyability to read, speak, and use the telephone. And they'refurious that Max Harper, police chief of Molena Pointand preferred target for Joe's harmless pranks, has beenaccused of a gruesome double murder.

The fleet-footed sleuthing duo is intent upon restoringan old friend's good name. But finding the missing littlegirl who was sole witness to the crime won't be easy — especially with a hungry cougar on the prowl, a cat-killeron the loose ... and the kittenish antics of Joe and Dulcie'splayful new "ward" causing big trouble that could takemore than nine lives to survive.

spacer
spacer
  • back to top

FOLLOW US ON...

     
Powell's City of Books is an independent bookstore in Portland, Oregon, that fills a whole city block with more than a million new, used, and out of print books. Shop those shelves — plus literally millions more books, DVDs, and gifts — here at Powells.com.