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Angela Breen
My cat was stolen. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't believe it. This one was solved by facebook, a little bit of luck, and sheer determination.
After realizing I hadn't seen my cat all day, I took to Facebook to our local page and posted his picture, asking if anyone had seen him. It was spring and he's nosey so it wouldn't have been the first time he found himself locked up in someone's shed or out building. In fact, he'd done just that the year prior. I only think this because as soon as he came in through the window, days after I realized he was missing, he made a beeline for the water dish and guzzled for a long time. He also voluntarily stayed in for about a week. Which, Peter, just does not do.
After seeing my post, several friends and neighbors reached out to me sharing another post in another local group. A woman posted a photo of my cat, looking like he was literally screaming for help, asking if the cat belonged to anyone. I reached out telling her that the photo looked like Peter. She told me the cat she had was a female, and promptly sent me photos of his belly and between his legs. Yeah, you read that right. She thought the penis of a cat would be visible if he was lying on his back.
Anyway, I call her and she tells me again this isn't my cat, now I can hear him meowing for me over the call. I ask her if I can just come see the cat. She tells me she has to check with her landlord. Then tells me the landlord isn't comfortable with me coming to see if it's my cat. Just throwing this out there, if your landlord isn't comfortable with people stopping in to see if you have their animal, don't pick up animals and bring them back to your home.
As a result I contact my local police department. The unlucky cop who caught my call, told me he couldn't find her information and to have her call the station. So I told her the cops needed to talk to her and she called them. He arranged for us to meet at the police station to see whose cat it was.
Now I want you to picture this okay, it's me, this young woman, her big burly boyfriend (cause I'm scary) and the police officer in the little room where you give statements. I have the cat under one arm as I'm giving everyone a lesson in sexing cats. Where his balls were prior to them being removed and how the penis only comes out when it's needed. And most of all, the lack of a vagina on this particular feline. The cop is looking very closely and nodding his agreement with what I'm saying, like "Yeah, there's no lady parts on this one." Yeah, highlight of my spring that year.
Now she will not give it up that this is my cat, so I turn to the police officer and I tell him he's taking the cat or I am, but she is not leaving with my cat. He fusses and tells me that will make it "A whole thing". So after a moment, I make another suggestion, we take the cat to my vet, just up the road and let them tell her it's a male and my cat, and she agrees. So I carry him out of the police station, without a carrier or anything else, and she follows us to the vet, where the vet techs were kind enough to meet us outside and assure her, he was Peter and my cat.
After which, I promptly had him microchipped. He stayed in for just shy of two weeks before he refused to be cooped up any longer.
After realizing I hadn't seen my cat all day, I took to Facebook to our local page and posted his picture, asking if anyone had seen him. It was spring and he's nosey so it wouldn't have been the first time he found himself locked up in someone's shed or out building. In fact, he'd done just that the year prior. I only think this because as soon as he came in through the window, days after I realized he was missing, he made a beeline for the water dish and guzzled for a long time. He also voluntarily stayed in for about a week. Which, Peter, just does not do.
After seeing my post, several friends and neighbors reached out to me sharing another post in another local group. A woman posted a photo of my cat, looking like he was literally screaming for help, asking if the cat belonged to anyone. I reached out telling her that the photo looked like Peter. She told me the cat she had was a female, and promptly sent me photos of his belly and between his legs. Yeah, you read that right. She thought the penis of a cat would be visible if he was lying on his back.
Anyway, I call her and she tells me again this isn't my cat, now I can hear him meowing for me over the call. I ask her if I can just come see the cat. She tells me she has to check with her landlord. Then tells me the landlord isn't comfortable with me coming to see if it's my cat. Just throwing this out there, if your landlord isn't comfortable with people stopping in to see if you have their animal, don't pick up animals and bring them back to your home.
As a result I contact my local police department. The unlucky cop who caught my call, told me he couldn't find her information and to have her call the station. So I told her the cops needed to talk to her and she called them. He arranged for us to meet at the police station to see whose cat it was.
Now I want you to picture this okay, it's me, this young woman, her big burly boyfriend (cause I'm scary) and the police officer in the little room where you give statements. I have the cat under one arm as I'm giving everyone a lesson in sexing cats. Where his balls were prior to them being removed and how the penis only comes out when it's needed. And most of all, the lack of a vagina on this particular feline. The cop is looking very closely and nodding his agreement with what I'm saying, like "Yeah, there's no lady parts on this one." Yeah, highlight of my spring that year.
Now she will not give it up that this is my cat, so I turn to the police officer and I tell him he's taking the cat or I am, but she is not leaving with my cat. He fusses and tells me that will make it "A whole thing". So after a moment, I make another suggestion, we take the cat to my vet, just up the road and let them tell her it's a male and my cat, and she agrees. So I carry him out of the police station, without a carrier or anything else, and she follows us to the vet, where the vet techs were kind enough to meet us outside and assure her, he was Peter and my cat.
After which, I promptly had him microchipped. He stayed in for just shy of two weeks before he refused to be cooped up any longer.
Angela Breen
I don’t. If I waited for inspiration I’d never write. This is work, I put my butt in the chair and I do the work. Inspiration is nice and definitely helps me choose the next project but after that it’s all about the discipline.
Angela Breen
I like making up stories and playing with my imaginary friends for work. But the best thing? Definitely when my kids see a book and ask if I was the one who made it. When I say yes and their little faces light up. Yep that’s the best.
Angela Breen
I like to free write when I’m struggling with writer’s block. I find it clears the pipes and gets you ready to get to work!
Of course other forms of resistance can be tougher to deal with. It’s important to know yourself so you can work through any and all blocks. Otherwise you wont have much of a career.
Of course other forms of resistance can be tougher to deal with. It’s important to know yourself so you can work through any and all blocks. Otherwise you wont have much of a career.
Angela Breen
A Duke by Default by Alyssa Cole
Lucas by Elna Holst
Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall
Shattered by Bree M. Lewandowski
Lucas by Elna Holst
Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall
Shattered by Bree M. Lewandowski
Angela Breen
I'm working on my second novel, In the Dead of the Knight. Instead of serial killers, this book focuses on kidnapping and human trafficking as Demi, a single mom, works to put her daughter's kidnapping behind her (after nearly ten years searching for Ivy). When she meets a man who makes her feel alive again.
Just when a new romance is budding, a troubled young woman shows up on Demi's door claiming to be her long lost daughter. Demi is certain this woman is not her child, but as the days go by, it becomes increasingly clear that she did in fact know Ivy, and more importantly, Ivy may still be alive.
Just when a new romance is budding, a troubled young woman shows up on Demi's door claiming to be her long lost daughter. Demi is certain this woman is not her child, but as the days go by, it becomes increasingly clear that she did in fact know Ivy, and more importantly, Ivy may still be alive.
Angela Breen
What’s in a Name? Was actually inspired by true events. A serial killer was stalking a woman in las vagus and torturing her by calling and leaving messages on her work beeper. She was terrified not only of the person sending her these graphic messages but of losing her job that she needed to support her children.
I was fascinated by that idea and threw in an FBI lover to make things steamy. If you’re interested in the original story she wrote her own book recalling the incident. It’s called Sarah’s Story by Sarah Lea Pisan.
I was fascinated by that idea and threw in an FBI lover to make things steamy. If you’re interested in the original story she wrote her own book recalling the incident. It’s called Sarah’s Story by Sarah Lea Pisan.
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