Books with title Catula: The Misadventures of Dracula's Cat

Join Dracula and his pets, Batula & Ratula, along with his admittedly favorite, Catula, for one hilariously terrifying night. After Dracula's cat gets a scare himself, he flees the castle and is nowhere to be found. All night, Dracula is waking the residents of Transylvania, not for blood but to ask: "Have you seen my kitty kat?". In this book, we see a different side of Dracula, the side that goes to the all night Kopie Haus & makes LOST BELOVED PET flyers, the side that wears SPF 10,000 as dawn breaks because he will stay out as long as it takes to find his "kitty kat". Who ever thought Dracula was a cat person? ***Learn more about the cat who inspired the book at www.catulathebook.com ***"Super fun & charming; captures the magic of the adorable cat."- designer Michael Kors, designer (who also admits that Catula scared the pants off of him)

"Super fun & charming; captures the magic of the adorable cat." - Michael Kors, designer (who also admits that Catula scared the pants off of him) Join Dracula and his pets Batula & Ratula, along with his admittedly favorite, Catula, for one hilariously terrifying night within the shadows of the Transylvanian moon. Catula is the first volume in the fully-colored picture book series, a collection written specifically with wit designed to be engaging for adults, along with humor appropriate for children. Based on the real cat (realis felines). Free ebook version included with proof of purchase. Send amazon receipt to catulathebook@gmail.com

When Batty the cat was born, he was the smallest out of his six brothers and sisters. Batty was born on a farm in a barn near the hay stack in the corner. Farmer Joe had put a blanket out for Batty's mom, Pickles. Pickles was named Pickles because she was born near a pickle barrel one summer evening. Much like Batty's mother Pickles, Batty was born on a warm summer night. Farmer Steve had heard Pickles howling really loud as she delivered her litter of kittens. Batty was the last to be born. Batty was a black cat with a little patch of white under his tummy. Even though Batty was the smallest, he still wanted to drink as much milk as he could from his mommy. When Batty and his litter were old enough, Farmer Ted took the box of kittens to the park and put up a sign that read "FREE KITTENS TO A GOOD HOME". The litter of kittens went really quick. Except for Batty. Batty was the last one left. "Well, why won't anyone take me home with them?" Batty thought to himself. "I'm just as good as any other cat." Batty was sad because he thought no one wanted him. But, then, he looked up from the box and he saw someone looking down at him smiling. It was a man. "Well, hello there little guy," the smiling man said. "You look like you need someone to love you." He then picked up Batty and held him and rubbed his cheek against Batty's face. Batty was excited. Someone had finally wanted to take him home! "You are perfect," the man said as he walked back to his car. His new owner took him to his car and placed Batty on the car seat next to him. Batty liked feeling close to his new owner. So, he climbed up the side of the car seat and curled up around his new owner's shoulders, where that would become his favorite place to lie when he was tired. Batty was able to look out the window and see the big world around him as he was driven to his new home.

When Batty the cat was born, he was the smallest out of his six brothers and sisters. Batty was born on a farm in a barn near the hay stack in the corner. Farmer Joe had put a blanket out for Batty’s mom, Pickles. Pickles was named Pickles because she was born near a pickle barrel one summer evening. Much like Batty’s mother Pickles, Batty was born on a warm summer night. Farmer Steve had heard Pickles howling really loud as she delivered her litter of kittens. Batty was the last to be born. Batty was a black cat with a little patch of white under his tummy. Even though Batty was the smallest, he still wanted to drink as much milk as he could from his mommy. When Batty and his litter were old enough, Farmer Ted took the box of kittens to the park and put up a sign that read “FREE KITTENS TO A GOOD HOME”. The litter of kittens went really quick. Except for Batty. Batty was the last one left. “Well, why won’t anyone take me home with them?” Batty thought to himself.