My Dope-y Cat

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Janis WilsonThis week’s  guest is Janis Wilson, who is working on her first novel.  GOULSTON STREET is a story of a woman’s attempt to solve the Jack the Ripper murders. Janis has a great deal of experience with the Ripper. She taught a class at Temple University entitled, “Who Was Jack the Ripper?” and has lectured on the Ripper. Last November, she was one of the delegates to the Jack the Ripper conference in Whitechapel. Go Janis!

Today she’s going to be talking about a much less gruesome topic—her Maine Coon cat, Loki.

 

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I had always wanted a solid black Maine Coon, the fluffy cat with the regal bearing. They are called gentle giants because of their pacific nature and their impressive size. We wanted a black one because I have always had and loved black cats. They seem mysterious and glamorous.

LokiSo it was a pleasant surprise when my husband and I, motoring from Virginia to Canada on vacation, happened to spot a classified ad for just such an animal at a price that people who vacation in their automobiles could afford.

The ad appeared in the Washington Post and, as we were not immediately shopping for a cat, it was just black cat luck that we happened to spot it. We phoned the owner just before we left Washington but did not connect.

In New York, we were able to get through and explained why we could not immediately come and purchase the kitten. We agreed to stay in touch with the owner and to meet up on our return trip.

And so, having seen plays on Broadway and at the Stratford (Toronto) Festival, we turned the car southward and started making calls. The kitty lived in Maryland and we made arrangements to meet the owner in a shopping center near the interstate.

The advertiser described the van she would be driving and we pulled into a spot beside it. I climbed into the van to meet the prospective new member of our family. We wanted a cat that would get along with our other two kitties. The kitten permitted me to pet him. To my astonishment, he sat in my lap as if we were old friends. I knew we had a winner. I climbed down and gave a full report to my husband. He entered the van and also was taken with the sweetness of the little black cat.

As we had not been on the hunt for a cat, we had no supplies. I walked into a discount store and purchased a carrier to ensure the kitten’s safe passage to Virginia. Meanwhile, my husband hit the ATM to get cash for the transaction.

I returned to the van with a fist full of cash and departed with a crate full of cat. It struck me that, with my out-of-state vehicle, and my repeated ingress and egress into a windowless van with a couple of hundred dollars in cash, an onlooker might think a big drug deal was in progress.

In fact, it may have been. For the kitten, whom we named Loki, gave us so much pleasure in the ensuing years, that he acted as a mild sedative.

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Here’s an excerpt from Janis’s Work-In-Progress, GOULSTON STREET.

 

jacktheripper“Lord, she was drunk. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody as drunk as she was, sliding down the wall and all. Drunk as she was, she still agreed to come along and have another gin with me and to do whatever I could pay her to do. I didn’t give her the chance to do her filthy business. I made her do the paying – with her worthless life.

I put on my cloth cap and walked to the news agent’s to purchase the Daily News. I smiled as I read the headline that said “More Murders.” The article went on to say two women had been killed in one night. The first one was on Berner Street, but this was a surprise to me. Now they think I’m even quicker than I really am.

They should know the first one wasn’t done by me. I wouldn’t have left her guts inside her. They should know my work by now. I get a whore and cut her throat and pull out her insides and walk off with the other parts. No whore deserves to keep her guts, so I take ’em out. No, sir, I did not kill the Berner Street woman, but I am glad they think I did. I worked on the one found over by the Imperial Club. Wonder what her name was? Doesn’t matter. I got to kill another whore and get my arms into the bloody mess of her belly. I was inside her up to my elbows. Nothing is more thrilling than cutting out the womb. It was lovely and warm when I put it in my sack. I had to take it home. It was too dark out for me to admire it properly. Besides, someone came out of the club and I had to run like a maniac to get away safe.

Why do these whores keep coming out? Because they know they deserve to die and that I am here to help them do it. Whores don’t have the courage they need to throw themselves in the Thames, so I help them to stop being a scourge on the community. Help them with my knife. I help the whole city with my knife.

Wouldn’t my boss be surprised if he knew I am the one they call “Jack the Ripper.” Shows they think I am English, naming me Jack. Like the Union Jack. But if I were English I would have been better treated. No tolerance for foreigners in this country. Probably some newspaperman made up that name, but it is all right. Now I have a title and people will remember me better. They will never find me for I am quick and nimble. They should call me “Jack be nimble”, for I can pull bellies apart in the blink of an eye and get my work done quicker than they can say “Jack Robinson.”

With Scotland Yard thinking I fixed two in one night, the peelers will be everywhere. I will have to lie low until people’s blood cools down. I’ll wait until no one expects me anymore. The papers say somebody who goes by the name “Leather Apron” has done my deeds. That was good for a laugh. Let them arrest him and I’ll go to the hanging. I will keep an eye on the newspaper to see if they get any better ideas about who I am.

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Website: JanisWilson.com

Death Knell V

Catch Janis’s short story The Devil’s Triangle in the Death Knell V anthology put out by the Delaware Valley Mystery Authors.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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12 thoughts on “My Dope-y Cat

  1. Lovely story about your cat Loki. The excerpt from your book is really creepy..and attention getting. Jack the ripper is certainly a topic that should bring you many readers.

    • She certainly did a good job with the creepiness.
      Thanks for stopping by.

    • Your comment is just the type of encouragement I need, as this is my first novel. Thanks so much.

    • Thanks for your kind words. I considered bringing a cat character into the Ripper novel, but my critique group said not to. Apparently, I cannot write about cats in any way that is less than adoring, which doesn’t really fit the theme.

  2. WOW! I love edginess and grittiness of your book! Can’t wait to read it!

    I love any kitty with the name Loki. He sounds wonderful!

    • Hmmm. In Norse mythology Loki is a trickster and shapeshifter. In the comics, he’s a super villain. Doesn’t look very evil in his picture. 🙂 But the name fits with the excerpt.

      • You’re right. In fact, he is the only appropriately named cat I have ever had. He is wicked, but he is also a god.

    • Loki is, indeed, wonderful. He is 17 years old and has been battling cancer for two years, but he takes his medicine like a trooper and has become a loving big brother to a rescued black and white cat who glues herself to his side and never lets him out of her sight.

    • Loki is just what you think he is. A handsome lad who is known to the police.

  3. My stomach is turning over the description of the murder in Janis’ story, yet it reminds me of another novel, “Dark Harbor” by David Hosp- a first novel by this author, first published 4-5 years ago. In that story, the serial killer also picked up prostitutes, took them to his home “lab” where he removed their hearts. It, too, was a creepy story. This book was David’s first and became a best seller. He was/is an attorney and used to write during the daily ferry rides between his home and Boston. I got to know him and and as an active member/Board member of the Cape Cod Writers Center, had him as one of the featured writers at a Cape Cod Writers Center Breakfast With the Authors soon after it was published.
    Love the story about Loki and am pulling for him. I’m the owner of an adopted Turkish Angora who is now about 12-13. Many good wishes for success with the book!
    Carol H.smilgin

    • Sounds like Mr. Hosp and I have much in common. I, too, am an attorney and spent an interesting few days at the Cape Cod Writers’ seminar. Thank you for your kind words about my work and the good wishes about Loki, the gentle giant.

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