Friday, April 27, 2018

Kitty 'de Chatou ~ an interview and her novela ~ Crazy Cat Lady

Kitty Honeycutt
Writing as:
Kitty 'de Chatfou

TITLE: Crazy Cat Lady
RELEASE DATE: February 23, 2018
AUTHOR: Kitty 'de Chatfou
ISBN: 978-1984927071
IMPRINT: Dark Serpent
CATEGORIES: Horror/Occult


KEYWORDS: horror, cats, crazy, old ladies, witch, magick, magic, occult, Seth, demon cats, demons, old house, country, backwoods horror, Sampson County, North Carolina, Godwin NC, stillborn, wisewoman, witch hunt

A horrifying look into what happens when nature is misunderstood and an old crone that harmed no one is now out for revenge.

In 1962 they thought she was dead, all they had to do was burn the old house down with her and those damnable cats in it and everything would be normal again. No more odd antics from the Crazy Cat Lady no more death. But what they didn't realize is there was much more to her relationship with her beloved cats than met the eye. Love, trust, and the bonds of a mother to her children all played a part to the insanity the town people thought raged within the crone's mind.

It's now 2018 and the stories have not ceased. Instead it seems the legend of the 'Crazy Cat Lady' have grown more horrifying than ever before prompting the local children to take a visit. Most have only come within a few feet of the old half burned house. They would stand, staring at the place, watching the creepy cats mill about the area, climbing along porch railings meowing plaintively. But three high school boys decide to take it a bit further one night which begins a horrifying look into what happens when nature is misunderstood and an old crone that harmed no one is now out for revenge.


Q: Snack of choice – chips, pretzels, popcorn, or cookies, cake, candy? Or maybe you’re a healthy snacker - fruit, yogurt, nuts, raisins?
A: Chips, cookies, cake, candy fruit, yogurt, nuts, raisins, I don’t discriminate. I like it all that is why I’m short, fluffy and happy!

Q: Have you ever been too embarrassed to promote any certain titles to friends or family?
A: Never, I promote all titles and I do have some erotic authors so I never feel as though I can’t promote a title. There are so many people out there with different tastes that I know if they don’t like a book they won’t buy it, and if they do they will. Nothing really embarrasses me. However, I would not support or market a book that had incest, pedophilia or rape in it.

Q: Favorite color?
A: Green, I love green because it usually looks great on me!


Q: When crafting the story do you go from beginning to end, or do you jump around writing the scenes that are pushing themselves forward in your brain?
A: There have been times that I jump but for the most part it’s from beginning to end.

Q: Do you always know how a story will end when you begin writing it?
A: I do but along the way that can always change.

Q: Have your characters ever taken the story in a different direction than you had originally planned? Do you have a for instance, for us?
A: All of the time. I have that happen so much it’s insane. I always tell everyone that I suffer from multi-personality disorder, I mean what writer doesn’t but my characters feel especially alive to me at times and I can’t make them behave!

Q: What geographical locations are your favorite and why?
A: North Caroline because it’s where I live and Georgia because it’s where I was born.


Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: Yes, I do. Here are the links.



Chapter Three

At first as the boys entered everything seemed pretty normal. For the house being as old as it was, the floor was quite sturdy and Tommy actually relaxed a little. He still didn’t want to go any further though so he spoke up. “Hey man, Jerry… uh, I think this is far enough, let’s take the picture and get the hell out of here.” Jerry turned around and shined his flashlight right in Tommy’s face. “Fine, wuss puss.” He reached to get his phone out of his pocket and beckoned Tommy over to stand beside him. Jerry held the phone up ‘selfie style’ and snapped the picture. Then they started to head back toward the front door. They had made it only mid way what must have been the living room at one time when they heard an awful den coming from the stairs and before either of them could say anything the cats were upon them.

They ranged in all sizes, some were small, some large and some medium but the claws and teeth were completely uncommon. They tore at the two boys ripping their jackets, t-shirts and pants to shreds. Skin came away in chunks and strips, the cats buried their maws into the large holes they made. Somehow Tommy had struggled to his feet and ran headlong for the door, several cats clinging to him. Jerry’s phone had long been discarded and lay in a puddle of blood on the floor. He’d stopped making noise long ago. There were no screams left as his tongue and part of his jaw had already been eaten away and the cats now had him on his back their claws working through his stomach to get at intestines and tender organs. His larynx had been ripped out and the last effort he made to scream came as a gurgle as he drowned in his own blood.

Tommy saw the car’s headlights and started to crawl toward them but just as soon as he thought Travis had seen him the car turned and sped away. He lay there now on his stomach the cats from the house joined by others outside. They jumped on his back and head, ripping and tearing, chewing flesh as they went. There was no doubt these cats had not been fed in a very long time, or so one would think, but they would be wrong. The last thing Tommy saw… or thought he saw was a hunched old woman standing at the door grinning at him. It seemed she was laughing silently or was it all just a dream? He would never know… would anyone? His vision began to fade; at least the pain was gone. His body had begun the process of shut down and he would make a very fine feast indeed. The cats began to move away and back into the house, some slinking off into the edge of the woods that bordered the house on the opposite side of the field… they moved oddly, their movements jerky and awkward, not like true cats at all. They’d be back… tomorrow night, and the next waiting for more to come.

Kitty Honeycutt is the single mother of an amazing daughter whom she currently home school’s. She is a publisher for over 100 authors, a writer, an entrepreneur, a singer and an animal and human rights activist.

Her household is comprised of various creatures that include, but are not limited to:

Two Chihuahua’s (Lobo) & (Tinkerbell) Thirteen cats (Merlin), (Pandra), (Salem), (Mythian), (Sabrina), (Austin), (Mestofelees), (Sage), (Zoey, aka Jadis), (Willow Pixie), (Totoro aka Tiny), (Clementine) & (Sandy) Five fish, (Pumpkin), (Thing 2), & (Orca the Oscar Fish) One Ball Python, (Dragon), Four Bearded Dragons, (Rexie), (Chubby aka Kingsley), (Samantha) & (Georgia) One Crested Gecko, (Copper) Two Uromastyx, (Mary) & (Elizabeth) Two Aquatic Turtles, (Purple) & (Myrtle) and eleven babies that have yet to be named. One Desert Tortoise, (Bubble).

*As you can see she is also a part-time zoo-keeper.*

She sometimes writes under the pseudonym Kitty 'de Chatfou and her book “Pray For Hell” is due out later this year 2018, and will be her second published work.

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