The Language of Death (A Darcy Sweet Coy Mystery) by K.J. Emrick Page A

well as the other stories in my series.  My life keeps getting more and more complicated.  I have to figure there's more good than bad in that. 
    Just so you know , the e-mail address I gave Lorne really does belong to me.  I love getting e-mails, too.  Drop me a note sometime.  I always answer back.  Write me about anything.  Men, books, or even the care of cranky cats who think they're human.  Or, write me your ghost stories or questions about the hereafter.
    There's more adventures to come here in my sleepy little town of Misty Hollow.  Hope to see you again soon!
     
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Bonus Short Story - A Smudge the Cat Mystery
    The Circle of Life
     
    You know how cats have nine lives?  No, really.  We do.  Well.  Most of us do.  Me, I only have eight lives.
    My name is Smudge, and I'm a cat.  A black and white cat.  Or a white cat with black fur.  Maybe a black cat with white fur. I'm not really sure.  Anyway, that's where I come by the name Smudge.  My owner gave it to me.  I kind of like it.
    I live i n Misty Hollow, a small town with not-so-small problems.  You might say it's bigger than it seems.  I've got a good life here, for the most part, and I have everything a cat could want.  Except a full nine lives.  Wish I had that ninth one back.
    This is the story of how I lost it.
    I remember it was a gorgeous summer day.  One of those days in the middle of July that make a cat want to either curl up and take a nap, or go exploring.  Ordinarily, I would have gone with the nap. 
    Today, I chose to go exploring instead.  Biggest mistake of my life.
    I hadn't lived in Misty Hollow for very long at that point so there were lots of things left to explore.  My owner, Darcy Sweet, was working at the book store her Great Aunt Millie had used to own, so I had the whole day to myself.  I kind of wish that I had known Millie when she was alive.  Humans are humans, and some of them are better than others, but Millie is so much fun to talk to now that she's dead.  I just know she would have been a great friend when she was alive.  She haunts the book store now, a poltergeist making mischief to make the time pass, even though she could have moved on to the other side already.  We've talked about her reasons for sticking around.  I think the old lady is pretty smart, if you ask me.
    We talk about a lot of things, Millie and me.  But that's a story for another time.
    Today, I wanted to explore the trees around the south side of town.  Misty Hollow is a rural place.  Even though there are lots of people living here, there's also lots of nature.  Trees and bushes and other neat places for cats to check out.  The trees here, thick and shady, could almost be called a forest.  At least, I think they could.  I've never