M.G. Spear


Meet the cutest new black kitty in fiction, Pumpkin!

Like cats? Relationships? Then A Whiskered Perspective is for you.

Relationships are hard, but they are worth the effort. You should try your best, no matter what, to work things out, right? Not always.

Miller thinks she has found love but her cat, Pumpkin, tells a darker story. Not all love is equal, even if you desperately want it to be.

It’s a different take on relationship turmoil and the power of a connection between a cat and his human.


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Being a cat lover, I wanted to see what this story was about. I like the story from the beginning as the woman rescues Pumpkin the cat and they developed a unique relationship. This story is different as the entire story is told from the cat’s point if view. I found this interesting, just wondering if this is what cats really think! The only thing I did find a little weird is some if the human things this cat did. This threw me off with the story, and I would have liked it to stay with what a cat really is like? Maybe I’m being too picky but this is just my opinion.

I was surprised at the darker side of this story, after the woman meets Rob. According the Pumpkin, the relationship isn’t going as well, and the cat tells what is happening through cat eyes! Over all this is just an ok story for me. I like the cat and women’s character.  I enjoyed seeing their relationship develop, but it seems there is too much going on in the story for it to be such a short one. For me there wasn’t enough time to really get into the story to Hash out the different issues. But as for cat stories, if you love a good one, this is a story you will enjoy much. Pumpkin was a cute cat!

A special thanks to the author/publisher for a copy of this book. I am not required to write a positive review, the opinions here are mine alone. I am disclosing this with my review in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255.




Have you ever been set on fire?

I have.

Tied up, thrown into a bag, the smell of gasoline filling my nostrils…

Such is the way of the warrior.

I had been minding my own business, hunting mice for dinner when the neighborhood bully caught me by surprise with a pillowcase.

The local humans would whisper I was the trouble tom, always picking fights with their house cats, or spraying on their fence line.

And, of course, attacking the neighborhood bully when he threw rocks at me.

Now he had the advantage. My sharp claws could only do so much damage through the fabric, and he grabbed my legs and tied them so my claws would no longer be an issue. I yowled and spat and hissed with the rage of fire but to no avail. The way of the warrior is to accept death, but this was my seventh life, and I was not ready to give it up. But I could see no way I would survive as the pillowcase caught fire.

“Hey!” a woman screamed.

I heard the bully run away laughing as my flesh started to sear. The pain was building, and even with meditation techniques, I could not get my mind far enough from the pain.

Then my miracle came. Someone doused the pillowcase in water. Cold, blessed water.

The ropes came off and the makeshift sack was opened. Delirious as I was, I knew not to struggle as this random woman, this passerby, scooped me up in her arms and carried me down the street. She took me into her house and tended my wounds while I lay panting, grateful to be alive.

Weeks go by, and I continued to heal and snuggle with this woman. I made sure to do nothing to upset her, to throw me away, and only sprayed in the litter box and did my business there. She was grateful for this kindness and cleaned it every day for me.

Her house was a small three-bedroom house. She lived alone, a teacher educating other people’s children but coming home to no one. I was the answer to her loneliness. She talked to me every day about the goings-on in her life. She kept a diary, which I read from time to time. We were grateful for each other.

This is the story of my friend and me.














M.G. Spear is a teacher who writes for stress relief, and currently has published multiple books with more in the works. She teaches Biology to both college and high school students, and mostly her days are filled with logic. But M.G’s creative side comes out in her writing.

M.G. has been writing for as long as she can remember and hones her craft by reading books and constantly writing. She is very eclectic in her writing passions, from general fiction to horror books, to motivational and humorous posts on her blog. Her major influences are Edgar Allen Poe, Gillian Flynn, Chuck Palahniuk, and Frank Peretti. She published her first short story collection, Jumping on the Trampoline, in 2006, but then life got in the way. Now she is back in the game, ready to bring more stories to life.


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