Hall, E. Jc

I have always loved having cats around me. My earliest memories include my cats. My dad brought the first kitten from the top of a gasometer in Leeds; he'd rescued it and gave it to me to look after. It was a little grey short haired moggie of unknown parentage. As a teenager, my cat, Sooty, followed me everywhere I went. When she couldn't, like when I went to school, she waited for me to return, by sitting behind the front door. This book has grown out of that love for Sooty and her relatives and my love of crime thrillers. I married young and my first husband didn't like cats. As a 40 year o...