By Wylie Hudson

My doggy sister, Zoe, and I want to get out a bark that our mom has just published her fourth book: IN THE HANDS Of DESTINY. To our misgiving, this one is not an adventure story about us dogs and our kitty friends but a collection of short stories and all about humans. In other words, nothing makes sense. People just lack our refined skills of how to deal with each other and thus create chaos and confusion.

Zoe and I were debating if we should even write about the book, but then again, two of the short stories have dogs in them. Our kitty brothers Thomas and Tiger snubbed their noses at promoting the book for that reason since no representative of cats appears in it. However, they agreed with us that we need to support Mom, especially since cats have a paw in her first and third books. 

So, go tell your parents to order the book: IN THE HANDS OF DESTINY, available as paperback or e-book at amazon.com, and also have a look at our mom’s other books. 

 By Wylie Hudson

Look who came to pay us a visit.

A bottlenose dolphin.

And then there were two.

They said hello, splashed around and played right in front of our dock.

 

It surely was fun watching them.

 By Wylie Hudson

Thomas and Tiger, my kitty brothers, are best friends again. It was not so the evening before yesterday, when a conniving female cat almost destroyed their friendship. 

I even don’t know if the neighbor cat is a girl, but being a male myself, I assume it must be and Thomas and Tiger were wooing her at the same time. They were both sitting on the windowsill behind closed curtains when all of a sudden mayhem broke out. 

Earsplitting screams interrupted our peaceful evening, and a huge ball of fur began rolling around the living room floor, sending blobs of red and gray hair into the air. You couldn’t tell who was Thomas and who was Tiger. It was just one big monster out of control.  

Dodging sharp claws and enduring lots of hissing, Mom finally calmed down a wild Tiger, the most gentle and easygoing kitty, and shooed Thomas away. Then Mom took a peek out of the window. And there she was sitting on the ground, the neighbor cat, looking up and grinning before she turned around and walked off. 

Thomas and Tiger avoided each other for the next 12 hours and then slowly made up. Except from very few minor disagreements, it was their first fight in the seven years since they’ve become brothers and best friends. 

 We are proud to announce that our mom published Hobo’s third book: THE EARTHQUAKE SURVIVORS. It’s a suspense and action filled story that will keep your parents glued to it, and you might have to remind them to feed you.

 By Zoe Hudson

 

I have read Foley Monster’s book Tails From Rainbow Bridge III together with my dad, and we both loved it. I’ve learned a lot about the former lives of my fellow dogs and some kitties who had to follow the call to Rainbow Bridge and are now living a more or less carefree life on its immortal side. While they don’t have to suffer any longer from diseases, poor health or other mortal misfortunes, they have to cope with being separated from their loved ones. At the same time, they do their best to help out those left behind and often play a big, if not the only, role in finding a new furry son or daughter to join the family. I won’t tell you how they do it, you’ll have to read Foley’s book. But I’ll tell you that my Angel brother Hobo had his paws in my finding my now forever home, and it’s all in Foley’s book Tails From Rainbow Bridge III.

The book is available at amazon.com. To buy it, click here.

 

 

By Wylie Hudson



Foley Monster, the author of the book Tails From Rainbow Bridge 2: Tributes and Observations, is a judge at Rainbow Bridge, bringing justice and freedom to pets’ immortal lives. Her stories about the afterlife show how every pet either continues a flourishing life or gets a better deal if its mortal life had been a letdown. With help and support from each other, the pets work hard to lessen the pain of pets and humans separated by Rainbow Bridge and to lift their spirits.

I enjoyed reading about the manners, quirks and interests of my friends at Rainbow Bridge, some habits they took over from their mortal lives, others they developed later, and got a kick out of the antics they pulled. Their love and dedication to each other and to their families and friends on the mortal side hold a special place in my heart since we pets are champions for family ties and friendships that last forever and ever. Pets and pet lovers will sense this special bond throughout the book.

Foley Monster took a lot of effort and care to write such a wonderful collection of stories as she kept up with all of her friends’ lives. The book will delight readers and will bring back beautiful memories to those who know pets across Rainbow Bridge.

The book is available at amazon.com.

By Sabrina Hudson




Our mom almost got killed by a kitchen cabinet, and I slept through the whole ordeal, right next to it in the dining room. I was taking my beauty siesta and heard a thunderous crash. Peeking through one eye, I saw a black monster run like the devil and thought I was having a nightmare.

I later learned it had been my kitty brother Tiger. He had witnessed from his chair opposite mine at the dining room table Mom desperately holding on to the kitchen cabinet. It had come crashing down on her when she opened its door, smashing to smithereens pottery and glasses. Tiger had hightailed it at the first sound of the boom and clatter and watched everything from a safe distance.

Mom’s desperate shouts for Dad to come and rescue her tore into my sleep, but as I said, I thought it was a nightmare in which the devil was after Mom when in fact, it was the kitchen cabinet that was after her.

Dad arrived just in time before Mom’s arms gave out. He took over holding the cabinet sitting with its edge on the kitchen counter. After Mom and Dad pushed it all the way on top of the counter, they stared in disbelief at the broken glasses and whatever, scattered all over the floor. Then, they carefully removed the broken pieces still inside the cabinet.

Listening to what had happened, I was thankful that mom came out of that disaster unscathed. She was shook up but only had a scratch on her wrist. Surprisingly, a few of the drinking glasses were still in one piece, even without cracks or chips.

We are all proud of our mom who had put her life at risk to save the kitchen cabinet and the floor.

The kitchen cabinet sits on the countertop  after crashing down from the wall.

An unlikely guest visited my cafeteria last week. I felt honored that such a regal bird, a hawk, showed interest in the food I offer, but he must have received the wrong information of what is on the menu. I provide peanuts, corn and bird seed for my customers who are squirrels, ducks, pigeons and small birds.

 
I guess having been living together with cats almost all my life, I acquired their peculiarity of having nine lives. I don’t know how many I’ve used up already and for how many my last health scare counts, but it surely was a roller coaster ride.

By Hobo Hudson