I just posted a review of the novel "The Cat Who Talked Turkey" in answer to the question, "Did someone write this novel besides LJB?"

Here is the link, Patty.

http://girlebooks.com/blog/boo.....son-braun/

Or, go to the main girlebooks site and type "Turkey" in the search box.

Enjoy!

Sitting in a booth at Lois' Luncheonette, James McIntosh Qwilleran glanced around and gingerly folded his copy of the Bixby Bugle and, with a hand that shook slightly, took another cup of coffee. The roots of his generous mustache bristled as he quietly suppressed an an upsurge of anger over the content of the “Letter to the Editor” he had just read. Last week, when a similar letter appeared in the Lockmaster Ledger, he had brushed it off as a prank. Now he was ready to pronounce it a conspiracy! He felt assured that he would not see a similar letter in the Moose County Something, as the staff knew Qwill’s style well enough to be fooled by this bogus claptrap!

Later that evening, after the cats had been fed and he had read to them from C. S. Lewis’s “The Screwtape Letters,” Qwill wrote in his journal.

Were these letters to the editor written by someone who knew me well and was pretending not to? Or was it someone who didn’t know me and was trying to look knowledgeable? Mosquito repellent? After a while, Moose County residents are immune. Only the summer people need repellent. My car? I drive an SUV. Home from work? I write my column at home. Cat…yelling…her? If any cat was vocalizing, it was Koko, and everyone in Moose County knows he’s a male. And if I ever called Arch Riker Mildred’s “Hubby” he’d fire me if he hadn’t already fired me for the misuse of the word “hoard” for “horde.”

As much as he hated to admit it, he did enjoy his lifestyle. He never had to worry about money and could devote all the time he cared to with his investigations and enjoying his friends. And the cats. He had time to brush them, read to them and not worry where the next story or assignment was coming from. He liked his life. And he liked the pace. He had a continual deadline, week after week for his column. That kept him focused just enough, but allowed him time to pursue other investigations as they came up.
Just then, Qwill came to a dead stop in the middle of the condo's living room. It was quiet, to quiet. Where were the cats? He looked in the kitchen, then bounded up the stairs, only to find Koko and Yumyum curled up together like a cat with two heads in the middle of his bed. He started talking to them, There you two are, sleeping in the middle of the day. How about a noon treat. At the sound of the word treat, they stood up and stretched, and followed him down the stairs, arriving in the kitchen before him.
As Koko and Yumyum bagan to eat, ............

or perhaps something like this

He had grown comfortable with his lifestyle and his life in Moose County. As of late, he had pondered whether this comfortable state had influenced Polly's decision to stay in Paris. Had he been to comfortable and treated her like an old shoe. Had he taken her for granted, assuming she would always be there. He had to answer yes to both of these. Just then he heard footsteps on the stairs as two sleek, fawn bodied siamese came down with a Yowwww and a Nowwww. He had missed their noon treat. I'm sorry, he told them, as he got out some Kabibbles for their treat. He believed in talking to his two felines and they always seemed to enjoy it. The little one, Yumyum purred and rubbed her head on his mustache when he would sit and talk to her, calling her his sweet little girl. They were overdo for a read. He would read to them tonight.........

THIS WAS POSTED ON ANOTHER BOARD BY SOMEONE ELSE. I THOUGHT IT WAS INTERESTING.

Okay, I'm going to write what I think would be a good ending to the Qwill-Polly saga. A tall man waits on a bench in a crowded street in Paris. There is a fine mist in the air but it is relatively warm. People pass back and forth in front of him and he is continually looking for one person. A familiar figure approaches, he recognizes the walk and the blue garbeding coat and hat. Polly looks up at the last minute and sees him. Qwill! Hello, Polly "I don't...she sits beside him and he takes her hand. "Why" he asks. "oh, I..I..alright, I'll tell you the truth. There was never any professor in Cananda or any other men on my trips. I wanted to make you jealous. There is no American firm here with a job for me, I work as a library aide and frankly Paris has lost it's glamour. I thought you were content with our life the way it was, said Qwill, I know I was. I want to be married Qwill. I know I'm old fashioned but there it is. Well, then it looks like this trip was the right one for us both. He drops to on knee, the puddles from the mist soaking his trouser from knee to cuff, bringing out a small black box from his pocket and handing it to Polly, he says "will you please marry me?" "Oh, my dear of course I will!" She slips on the ring and admires it. Qwill stands and says "let's find a nice dry restaurant and try to put some of that glamour back into Paris. The walk down the street arm in arm like so many other lovers in this city, already making plans about their future together

Walking around the circle, Qwill observed very little traffic. Sunday morning, before church was a quiet time for downtown Pickax. In just under an hour it would be busy with church goers cars, vans and trucks. He still enjoyed living downtown during the summer months. Even though his barn had burned, and he had not yet made a decision about rebuilding from the ruin, he found a way to live downtown during the summer. He moved back into the apartment over the carriage house behind the K Theater. It had served his purpose very well for living accommodations at one time and he found the close quarters comforting after the tragedy of losing his beloved barn to a fire. The last time he had a residence burn he had retreated to the apartment. History was repeating itself for Qwilleran

He knew they were only trying to protect him from embarresment or pain. It had been two years since he had seen Polly. From a distance it was hard to see details, but he could tell she looked robust. She had on a bright peacock blue dress, and her hair was in a new style. The man with her looked in his early 60s and had gray hair, with a slim, tall build. Qwill turned away from the scene and quickly walked to his apartment, fearing they would turn around and Polly would spot him and call out to him. He has seen enough. Over the past two years he had adjusted remarkably well to the turn of events that had left him without a "best girl". Qwilleran walked quickly up the carriage house steps, as quickly as the steep shallow treds would allow. He was strangley at peace. He thought Polly looked well. More than that she looked vibrant and happy. He had not heard she would be coming back to town. He knew Jr or Roger, or any one of his close friends would have warned him if they had known. As he entered the enterior apartment door at the top of the steps, he heard a Yowwwwwww and a Nowwwwww. Two old friends to greet him, comforting familiar sounds to his ears.

This is a great start, Anne! It answers a lot of the questions about what comes next. It gives us some outcomes that are a little painful, but logical, just as LJB has done numerous times, especially in "The Cat Who Saw Red" and of course in "60 Whiskers". It all makes sense. It also examines Qwill's choice to stay single, and his need to deal with the fact that the cats will not live forever. Will he get new cats, or will he decide that no cats could take the place of Koko and Yum Yum? When the cats are gone, will he try to establish a relationship with a woman? Will she own a cat? If Koko dies, how will he be able to solve crimes? This opens all sorts of new possibilities.