NOSEY BIO: Loud, brass, and tastelessly attired, I.B. Nosey is famed for his exuberant “Greetings, cybernuts! This is I.B. Nosey, your official unofficial reporter!” He seeks answers to the kind of probing questions no accredited journalist would deem intelligent, let alone newsworthy enough, to ask. Fleet of foot, wide of mouth, and fluent of tongue-in-cheek, I.B. Nosey’s unique interviewing style is comparable to none.

Winner of the Pukelitzer Award. Spokesman for Gum Drop Island’s confectionary plantation. Featured in InD’Tale magazine and The Woven Tale Press.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Pat Hatt Shares A Catty Interview with I.B. Nosey!

NOSEY: Greetings, cybernuts! This is I.B. Nosey, your official unofficial reporter and today I’m coming to you from…er, um…*stares at dark and creepy looking building before him* Whoa. This isn’t my Nosey kind of interviewing place, so I think I’ll just—

Pat Hatt lives here????

DOOR, SQUEAKING AND SQUEALING, OPENS: I’m Pat Hatt’s cat. What’s ya think of that?

Pat Hatt's cat - friendly looking feline.....

NOSEY: Ack! *jumps* Say what?

CAT: I.B. Nosey, huh? Yeah, ya looks the dud. *strolls away*

NOSEY: Now wait just one minute—

PAT HATT: *calls* Is that you, Nosey? What’s you doing standing there gulping like a big-mouthed bass? Get on in here.

NOSEY: Well…*peeks around edge of door* Where’d that rhyming cat go?

PAT HATT: He went to where a rhyming cat always goes. *beckons towards scratching post* C’mon. Let’s get this interview moving, man.

NOSEY: *tiptoes inside and then comes to screeching stop* Holy reading room! What is all this?

PAT HATT: *grins and gestures around room, indicating wall niches filled with dark and creepy looking figures* My library, of course.

NOSEY: Libraries don’t have statues in ‘em!

PAT HATT: Mine does. These represent the characters written inside the pages of my 118 published books.

NOSEY: *slaps hand to side of cheek* Dude, I can’t interview you about 118 books!

PAT HATT: Don’t worry. Pat Hatt’s cat will decide.

NOSEY: It’ll— huh?

PAT HATT: *points* Watch. He knows which one he wants to choose.

Cat clicks on computer screen. One large wall -as wide as a football field, no less- displays visuals of Pat Hatt’s 118 books. Er, well…Maybe not quite as wide as a football field. On second thought, maybe not as wide as a basketball court. On third thought ‒ maybe as wide as a TV screen?

CAT:A Not So Perfect World’. If only Nosey could.

NOSEY: If only I could what?

CAT: *grins wickedly, shows mouthful of sharp teeth*

NOSEY: Yeah… *tugs at shirt collar* Heh heh.

PAT HATT: All right. The cat has chosen. *picks up remote and clicks toward visual book* See the blurb there, Nosey? Wanna read it to your adoring audience?

NOSEY: Er… *keeps suspicious eye on cat* I’m kinda busy right now.

PAT HATT: Okay, then I’ll do the honor. ‘A Not So Perfect World’: After Chutar, and finally figuring out where and when they were, Jack and Emily hoped their troubles were over. But little did they know Chutar was just the beginning. With Mason by their side, the three continue to struggle to find their way back home.

With everything from dragons and Critlen to booby traps and armies standing in their way, the three remain determined to make it. Until they come up against what they thought to be impossible, gods of myth.

Now with hope dwindling thanks to a few choice gods, a prophecy involving aliens, and an over involved Prophet, the newly dubbed Death Defying Three will have to do just that, if they ever hope to make it home.

NOSEY: *frowns and shakes head* That is one confusing blurb, fella.

Cat nibbles on one claw and twitches tail.

PAT HATT: *murmurs* Shouldn’t tell the cat that the blurb is confusing, Nosey. Remember, he chose this book.

NOSEY: Oh, yeah. Yeah, right. Er, so okay. *takes deep breath* First question ‒ What, um, who/what is Chutar?

PAT HATT: *chuckles* Glad you asked. Chutar is the next best tasting gum. It has infinite chew and tastes like tar.


PAT HATT: Buy a ten pack and you get a free feather.


PAT HATT: Did I mention it has infinite chew? Swallowing isn’t advised. It hasn’t been tested that far down. Or it could be—

NOSEY: All right, all right! *rolls eyes* Dunno if I really want to ask about Mason.

PAT HATT: Aw, c’mon. Sure you do. He’s a Gopter.

NOSEY: *mouth drops open* A what? A gopher?

PAT HATT: *laughs* Gopter, Nosey, Gopter. One that they picked up along the way. Gopter would be, oh ‒ Doctor in our Time Fraction. He likes to go by Doc, though. They pretty much destroyed his time fraction, even leaving the bomb there that eventually blew it up, so they took pity on him and let him come.

NOSEY: Is that right?

PAT HATT: Hey, I’m the author and… *waves toward cat* he’s the editor. Gonna argue with him?

CAT: *spits out old nail and, ah ‒ whadda ya know, a newly sparkly one shines in its place*

NOSEY: Heh heh. *takes wary step back* No way, fella. So… *edges toward doorway* how come those kiddies gotta get home? Where is their home anyway?

PAT HATT: Kiddies? Do twenty-something year olds count as kiddies? *ponders for a moment* Well. In any case, they have to get home because places with dragons, dinosaurs, critlen, the germy middle ages, and such just won’t allow them to relax and enjoy themselves.

NOSEY: Oh, sure. Everybody knows that. But where is home, dude? Home? You know, h - o - m, home?

PAT HATT: H, o, …? Oh, wait. Yes. I see. Home for them is Earth’s time fraction.

NOSEY: Time fraction? *taps impatient foot* Like, a half cup of milk and half cup of‒?

PAT HATT: Not exactly. *hesitates* Want me to explain what a time fraction is?

NOSEY: No. No. I know what a time fraction is. ‘Course I do. Who do ya think you’re talking to? I’m a professional, you know. I know how to do my job. *backs into wall, starts, and screams. Falls to floor.*

PAT HATT: *clicks tongue* Ooh, careful. Did you see any ‘dark and creepy looking’ life forms down there?

NOSEY: Hey. *leaps to feet and brushes down blazer* I ask the questions. Get it?

PAT HATT: *smirks* Hm mm.

NOSEY: Good. So…ahem. Those, uh, Critlen you mentioned. They related to this weird cat?

PAT HATT: *glances around* What weird cat?

NOSEY: *sneers* Fun-nee.

PAT HATT: Anyhoo, about the Critlen – They’re the failed creation of Drazin, aka Hades, and the name was given to them by Jack and it kinda stuck.

NOSEY: You don’t say.

PAT HATT: As a matter of fact, I do say. See, Jack thought them the demented love child of a Critter and a Gremlin—

NOSEY: Uh huh.

PAT HATT: Uh huh is right, ‘cause he went to the dark side and crammed the names together like those crazy TV show shippers. Ah well. I guess we all have our off moments.

NOSEY: *stares*

PAT HATT: *gives innocent blink* Anything else you’d like to know?

NOSEY: I dunno. *places hand on hip and looks around* Just a kinda crazy place you have here, fella. What are those in that corner? *waves at statues* Some of the impossible ‘gods of myth’ you mentioned?

PAT HATT: *purses lips* Let’s just say they’re Zeus, Drazin, Hera, and a bunch of others who are quite fine staying on Olympus’ Time Fraction.

NOSEY: *mutters* Now wonder why I didn’t know that?

PAT HATT: But, honestly, Nosey, not those three. Drazin and Hera just want to take over Earth’s time fraction, Zeus wants to go—

NOSEY: Time fraction. Time fraction! *slaps forehead* Sheesh, is nothing else going on except for these guys splitting up time, like… *shrugs* every fifteen minutes or so?

PAT HATT: *gives mock cough* That’s not exactly how a time fraction works.

NOSEY: *checks watch* That’s how my time works, pal. So…how about that prophecy you said involves aliens? *snarls at cat* Bet he’s an alien.

Cat snarls back, and narrows eyes.

PAT HATT: It depends on one’s definition of an alien, you know. *winks at cat* After all, what’s alien to one may not be alien to another. Does a human think a human is an alien? Could the dragons be aliens? Could the prophecy be baloney? Could Prophet Rahe not be able to see past her rather large figure? *raises arms and shouts to unseen audience* Answer me, Nosey cybernuts! Could Zeus be Sants Claus? Or maybe there are no aliens at all. Or maybe everyone is an alien. Did you think of that?

NOSEY: *peers around* Who you talking to, dude?

PAT HATT: *finishes with…* Aren’t aliens confusing? No wonder they blow off steam and tip cows over.

NOSEY: Boy… *gives nervous laugh* I got me a live wire today.

PAT HATT: *walks over to stand next to statue* Nosey, one thing you’ve not asked.

NOSEY: Stop right there. I’ve asked everything I wanna know, man. *sidles to stage right ‒which, if you don’t know, reading cybernuts‒ leads to door marked ‘Out’ *

PAT HATT: Oh, one more, Nosey! You’re the official unofficial Pukelitzer award winning journalist, aren’t you?

I.B. Nosey is the one and only winner of this highly coveted award

NOSEY: Uhhh…

PAT HATT: And you’re a professional and know how to do your job, right?

NOSEY: Uhhh…

PAT HATT: So what you need to ask is about the Death Defying Three.

NOSEY: Uhhh…

PAT HATT: *snaps fingers* How’s about I tell you anyway?

NOSEY: Nothing doing. Nobody tells me—

PAT HATT: As I was saying ‒ The people of Prophet Rahe’s time fraction were so enamored by Jack, Emily, and Mason’s tales when told them by Prophet Rahe—


PAT HATT: …who still may or may not be a prophet, that they gave them that moniker. They even made a song up about them. One that made the trio cringe.


PAT HATT: They have to survive Drazin getting in the way, Hera trying to have her way with Jack, collars that control all, dragons, sea monsters, a giant flying saucer thingy, Zeus’s cryptic messages (as he doesn’t like to give spoilers)—


PAT HATT: …and fix the time fraction machine so they can hop to the next one and get home. Oh, and there may be another explosion or three that they have to avoid.

NOSEY: *gasps* There’s an explosion right now! *points* That spacey space alien you’re standing beside ‒ it’s moving!

That spacey space alien Gopter is moving all right - at the speed of Gopter flight (see, even a Gopter can rhyme when he has the time)

PAT HATT: *glances up* Curious. Something must be really bothering him to come to life like this.

WEIRD SPACEY ALIEN/GOPTER: *growls* Don’t like the looks of a tweedy-weedy blazer. Disrupts the time fraction.


NOSEY: Hey, nobody touches these one-of-a-kind threads. Back, back… *waves atomic microphone* Zap, zap, and begone!

GOPTER STEPS FORWARD: You heard the cat.

NOSEY: You spacey aliens got no fashion sense. My blazer is perfect. Perfect, I tell ya!

GOPTER: *warns* You’re in our time fraction now, nosy reporter.

NOSEY: *looks at Pat* What’s that mean?

PAT HATT: It means…*grins*…tweedy-weedy blazers don’t belong in ‘A Not So Perfect World’. 

RHYMING CAT: Nosey should've moseyed but heavy pocketful of posies make him not so cozy. Meowwww*gives spacey alien, and a not so perfect, purrrrrrrr* 

NOSEY: B-b-but...Aw, forget it! *breaks through 'exit' door, feet doing their stuff as he streaks down sidewalk. Cat and Gopter follow in hot pursuit*

PAT HATT: *calls* Nosey, run faster! I sharpened the cat's claws this morning and...

NOSEY:  Scat, cat! *voice fades in distance* I'm not a scratching post! Aiiiii!



Pat Hatt is a writer who more often than he likes poses as an accountant,
car salesmen, mailman, or one of 21 other jobs he’s had to pay the bills.
With over 100 published written works, he continues to strive to create in
any genre that strikes him. He enjoys learning more about the craft of
writing and learning in general. He is owned by two cats, one of which has
his own rhyming blog, and he resides in Nova Scotia. When not writing,
working, or being used as a scratching post, he can be found at the gym,
playing volleyball, or enjoying a good movie, show, or book.


Visit Pat Hatt's Cat's Blog
Visit Pat Hatt Without The Cat


Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Well, so much for that tweedy blazer.
I think Santa Claus is an alien.
Very funny, guys! Well done.

Truedessa said...

This was hilarious! Ha I want to see those statues...

I.B. Nosey said...

Yo, @AlexJCavanaugh, well, you DO know, don't cha, that I've got a million of these super classic tweedy-weedy blazers. Yeah, heh heh

Great to know you're Feeling Nosey! today.

I.B. Nosey said...

Gal @Trudessa, glad you're Feeling Nosey about those statues too. How do we convince Pat Hatt to share their images, hum?

L. Diane Wolfe said...

LOL! Nosey, the entire world is a cat's scratching post.

Christopher Hudson said...

Pat Hatt’s Cat ... I think I hear a song in the making.

Laurean Brooks said...

So many terrifying creatures in this story that I'm biting my fingernails. How will anyone survive....especially our (supposedly) brave, shaking-in-his-his shoes reporter, I.B. Nosey?

J Q Rose said...

Run, Nosey, run. 'Cept that you'll miss all the fun! What a creative, imaginative, weird post as per Nosey. Wait a minute--does this mean Nosey's tweedy-weedy blazer actually should be in a perfect world? Huh?
JQ Rose

Gail Pallotta said...

Thanks for the interview. I love the cat. This imaginative book sounds like one readers could dig into and escape.

I.B. Nosey said...

@L.DianeWolfe, the entire WORLD is a cat's scratching post? Wait, wait, wait! I want off! Scotty, beam me up!

I.B. Nosey said...

@ChristopherHudson, hey, hey, hey, dude, I can hear you singing that song now. Heh heh

I.B. Nosey said...

@LaureanBrooks, a rhyming cat don't make you shake in your shoes? Especially a rhyming cat with sharp nails and teeth...? You know, this particular rhyming cat resembles a saber-toothed tiger, yeah.

I.B. Nosey said...

@JQRose, lady, where ya been? Oh, I see. Zooming across the cyber-sphere in that red hot sports car, uh huh. And uh huh to your question too - Of course, my famous tweedy-weedy blazers belong in a PERFECT world. Did you doubt?

I.B. Nosey said...

@GailPallotta, glad to know you were Feeling Nosey today! And, yeah, meeting a gopher - I mean, Gopter and the prophet and Drazin and Jack and Emily and all those time fractions - whew. Makes ya wonder what's happening in Pat Hatt's other 117 books, huh?

Pat Hatt said...

lmao who knew my ego was so high. Maybe I should start pawning off those statues so they can feed me and the cat for the next ten years. Those time fractions sure can be confusing. Who knew that math would be involved? Awesome job indeed. And now Nosey knows that anything is a scratching post to the rhyming cat.

Pat Hatt said...

Alex - Santa has to be an alien. He just diguises it in time fractions.

Truedessa - you have to wear gloves, can't lose their shine.

Diane - got that right

Christopher - oh it's been done, as many a tune has been spun

Laurean - Nosey may have to jump in the cat time fraction machine and run away

JQ Rose - yep, he bettter run from the cat

Gail - the cat always gets all the glory

Larry Hammersley said...

I will try again. So many books. How do you do it Pat? I need lessons on high output. I don't manage a book very often. I.B. I hope your luck doesn't run out with all you've encountered. Enjoyed the interview.

Pat Hatt said...

Larry - key is to stay ahead. Takes some time to get there, but once there, things get easier.

P.L. Parker said...

Cute! Love Pat Hatt's Cat!

Fundy Blue said...

What a fun interview, I.B. Nosey! I swear Pat writes books faster than I can read them! Wishing Pat all the best with latest. I wish I could get to stay ahead, because I always seem to be coming from behind. Maybe I'm caught between time fractures! Have a good one!

Pat Hatt said...

haha if caught behind them, you may explode, just saying.

klahanie said...

What an interview
This be true
With a certain cat
And Pat in the Hatt
A Not So Pawfect World
Oops, A Not So Perfect World
To the cat and Pat in the Hatt
Well done, Nosey
Time to mosey.

This post I share
Cause I almost care.

Gary, Gary, nary contrary....😀

Pat Hatt said...

Gary sure goes on the go
Can you go times two with the go?
A double rhyme
Such a crime
But oh well
The tale it shall tell

klahanie said...

Ah Pat in the Hatt
Where you at?
A double rhyme
Every time
Just like the movie, Groundhog Day
What do you say?

Ah Pat in the Hatt
Where you at?
A double rhyme
Every time
Just like the movie, Groundhog Day
What do you say?

Pat Hatt said...

But a rinse and repeat
Hits the same beat
Groundhog day changed a bit
Each day taking a hit

So a word may rearrange
From an act so strange

But a rinse and repeat
Hits the same beat
Groundhog day changed a bit
Each day taking a hit

So a word may rearrange
From an act of change

klahanie said...

Evidently, they are coming up with a sequel to the movie "Groundhog Day". Evidently, they are coming up with a sequel to the movie "Groundhog Day". Evidently, they are coming up with a sequel to the movie "Groundhog Day". Evidently, they are coming up with a sequel to the movie "Groundhog Day". Evidently, they are coming up with a sequel to the movie "Groundhog Day". Evidently, they are coming up with a sequel to the movie "Groundhog Day"

Change a bit here
That's how they steer
A change or two
Just for you
I got you babe said Sonny and Cher
In the hotel lair
Bill Murray
Is in a hurry
Had to scurry
Started to worry
Andie MacDowell
Flung in the towel
Back and forth we go
At this here show

Pat Hatt said...

But your comment needs a reboot. The sequel won't get loot. Your comment needs a reboot. Bill Murray is too old to hoot. Your comment needs a reboot. A remake would be easier to get loot. Your comment needs a reboot. Redo, remake, reboot.

No flash in the pan
Become a piano man
Save a kid in a tree
Steal some dough for thee
All to do with a rodent affair
Reboot that with an Easter hare

klahanie said...

Your comment needs a puss n' boot
What a hoot
Never mind a reboot
We shall get loot
From "Groundblog" Day
What do you say?

Pat Hatt said...

Blog on the ground?
Like for cat or hound?
A repeat every single day
Some may go astray
Can we throw dirt?
Some may think it a way to flirt.

klahanie said...

Groundblog Day
All the way
A bit of a pun
Having fun
Groundblog Day
I have to say
Will be a blogfest
Nope, I don't jest.

Pat Hatt said...

But aren't you anti?
Doesn't that make you umm ranti
Especially the A to Z
So can't let a blogfest come to be
Yep, used Zeee not Zed
Power Rangers may have dread

klahanie said...

It's called irony
Plain to see
The A to Zee
Aint for me
The A to Zed
Is all in your head
Blogfest anti
Yep, that be me

Pat Hatt said...

Irony or sarcasm?
One could cause one to spasm
At least in the head
Whether Zee or Zed

Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar! said...

My human's never, ever been sarcastic
Aint that fantastic
Now, you remind me of the Alphabark alternative
The alternate superlative
Yes indeed, the Arf to Zed
Wont feel you with dread.
That's it from me
At this sea

Pat Hatt said...

Dread to Zed
Skipped a few with that said
A mix and match
Light the match
Just don't blow
Gas, you know

Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar! said...

The Dread to Zed
Is officially dead
This April Fool's Day
Nobody will play
The Alphabet hop
We've made it stop

Penny the pawet
That's what you get.

Pat Hatt said...

You stopped it cold?
My, how bold
But when snip snip
Can you board that ship?

Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar! said...

You're full of ship
So I will skip
It's the end for thee
At the alphabet sea